In early July, Ouadichane as he was leaving the hospital, received a letter from the medical delegation Khénifra. His fingers get excited open :"... honor ... regret not being able to satisfy your request to transfer to Tounfite ... and it needs to service ... "
Ouadichane was appalled. It seemed that everything was collapsing around him.
- And Tassekourt! What would she say? He shuddered, let out some tears. Had not he promised his beloved to return to work to Tamazirt (fee)? He stood there, dazed into a chair as if he had received a blow on the head. His Adam's apple because of back and forth under his skin.
His colleague and confidant, nurse Mimoun, noted his concern and told him in his language.
- And what? This will not?
Ouadichane handed him the letter. After reading its contents, Mimoun advised him to go out for some air. He added:
- I will inform the superintendent of the hospital in your absence.
Ouadichane went straight ahead. He walked, walked, and stood at about eleven o'clock in the green fields of Taake. However, he did not the heart to contemplate nature. He always had his eyes on the ground. Lost in his meditations, his mind and his thoughts wandered incessantly from one thing to another to bind to the end against a decision which, running through his mind a long time. That everything behind, to drop everything to return to live near his beloved and in his family in his tribe.
- I wish, "he said inside, find the good life, the simple life of my ancestors. It is a bit rough, certainly, but it is stripped of lies and hypocrisy. I'm tired of this city life that sees only the outside, the bright side things. A Taghzout, with solidarity and mutual support of my family I would need anything, I'm sure. At home, I find her detachment from everything, pride, love of land and forest. Calling the fields of my native country compels me to abandon my position in the public! I spend much of their pittance!.
Suddenly, a wind rose extraordinarily violating it flooded Ouadichane a whitish dust coming from Assaka, and relieved of his cap several times. He saw no more than 50 centimeters. After this horrible storm that lasted a good half hour, walked a Ouadichane not insured to the house of his great friend Bouifoulloussen, went into his room, piled hastily effect in her suitcase and her tote bag, took leave of his great friend and walked to the truck Ourribane.
Until the start of the truck, Ouadichane cast a glance at his meager baggage, and in his mind he said: "I won everything in those three years and half working in the public Nothing at all! I really go out hazzodi (bare) experience.
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