These forgotten in the Middle East

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It is always risky to approach a woman, for any reason whatever, in a desert where the religion is highly important. While I was going through a village of Bedouins in Egypt in 2012, I found that the men were all gone. And the women and girls who normally would have been hidden from our view out to talk to us. They were friendly and excited to be able to, without the knowledge of the patriarchal authority, to indulge their curiosity in exchanging with the funny “bibitte” that I was for them.

This small family is also paid to the game of the photo. I’ve been lucky.

This tribe of hard-boiled has everything to intimidate the traveller’s native country more cosy. It must at all costs avoid supporting the look of a Bedouin too long or it might get angry… and you will know it ! In this, the Bedouins are reminiscent of the Tuareg, and other nomads of the desert. During a trip in Algeria, where I spent Christmas, very young men, barely adults, we imposed by their presence.

It has not gone up to show his face, but the mere fact of posing with a traveller was bold!

These Bedouins don’t have that qualities. Some engage in the trafficking of slaves, especially of children or women that they take away to resell it on the markets in Mali and Niger, just as there are a thousand, two thousand or three thousand years. Some call this a nation of ” underworld of the desert “, in particular because of its law of silence. These formidable men-at-arms are afraid of the police, or the military. In Jordan in the 1970s, king Hassan II would have been overthrown by a coup if the Bedouin had not decided to support it.

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Life difficult

To the defense of this people brutal, he has had a hard life since the grid territorial modern s├ędentarise its members of strength. Most of my ideas and knowledge about the nomads of the desert, come to me from a reading of the autobiographical book I was born with sand in the eyes of Mano Dayak, who was heavily recommended to me by my guides.