Since our driver’s brother was working there in the army, we were invited to stay with him in his typical mud-walled house.
Like the majority of houses in Iferouan it consists in a very spacious courtyard; a small building with just two rooms and a small patio on the front. “Shower” and bathroom were in a corner of the courtyard. It takes time to become accustomed to those kinds of facilities, but is really great to join that sweet hospitality, to participate at evening sessions in which you are told about the tuareg rebellion directly from the voice of tuaregs who took part in it. It was so interesting that I even forgot I’m not able to speak French and any other kind of languages spoken in Niger; that Hamma, our driver, spoke just Tamaschec; that Hamma’s brother spoke Tamashec, French and Arabic, that my travel mates spoke French and little English. A real Babel in which I felt very at my ease (speaking Italian) and was able to understand…
