Caution: I do not advise the merciful-hearted to read this episode.
We used to live in “Medshar Arbib”, which is a neighborhood that was established in the western side of Smara by the families that had fled to the city from the valleys at the outbreak of the conflict towards the end of 1975.
In his youth, my father lived the experience of the Liberation Army, in the 50s of last century. He participated in most of its military battles from the north of the Sahara to northern Mauritania, in which his feet were seriously wounded.
In the summer of 1998, I went on my first trip outside Algeria, to a Spanish city called Villena. It is a quiet and peaceful small town in the Spanish southeast. The majority of its inhabitants know each other. I have Spanish friends there, whom I met from their visits to the camps.
They made up their minds that the deportation decision is final and it must be implemented by any means. I was still cut off from the world. I don't know what happened since I was abducted on the evening of September 21st and they don't want me to know.
When you’d arrive at the Sahrawi camps during that period, you’d find yourself in a large prison without walls.. Three large communities isolated from each other. Laayoune camp is 8 kilometers away from the city of Tindouf to the east.