I can’t believe that our trip has come to an end, today is the day of the farewell of the Saharawi Camps. It seems like yesterday when we were preparing everything, full of nerves and expectations. Thinking about what to bring and trying to imagine what we will find on this trip. And now we find ourselves packing to leave, to leave the Sahara Desert! Saying goodbye to these wonderful people, to this incredible experience and returning back to “our world”.
It is so strange to say goodbye to our Saharawi family and to our dear guide. More than a guide he has become a friend, a brother. We have only been together for a week but the bonds that have been created these days will connect us forever. Finally, the moment to leave comes, last words. The luggage is much emptier than when we arrived, we have given all the supplies we brought. But our hearts are filled with a feeling which reaches the whole body, love. Last look back, farewell and thanks for everything. The feet march forward while the mind stays behind. Tears filled with feel flow down my cheeks. I find it super curious that I feel so sad to leave this place to go home. It’s like I’m leaving behind a part of myself.
We cross the Sahara Desert for the last time, today its ocean of sand is dyed with a melancholy color. Today, as always, it watches us in silence. While going through the formalities of the airport we are advised not to stamp the passport. We might have problems to enter Morocco in the future if such a stamp is in the passport. My dear friend, stamp it twice please, I will be proud of not being accepted in that country if that is the case. We get on the plane, hardly anyone speaks. Maybe it’s just the fatigue, or maybe the others are also caught in this torrent of sensations and thoughts too.
With the gaze lost in the void, a reflection rumbles in my mind. I come from a world where I have everything, not only wealthy wise but also the freedom to be able to do what I want with my life. Instead, these people have almost nothing, just enough to survive and their liberties imprisoned in the desert. How can they be happier than me? How, even in this situation, are they capable of giving so much love?
Then I was not aware of what was happening to me, but that moment, that reflection, that trip, changed my life not only in direction but also in meaning. A small seed was planted inside me and since then it has never stopped growing. Our mission was to learn about the Saharawi situation, to reveal it to the world and to fight for their rights. I feel that my duty after this experience goes much further. I have to take advantage of the opportunities that life has given to me. My obligation is to try to be as happy as they are and to give as much love as they do. I must LIVE my life.