One of the reasons I went to Algeria was to go to a demonstration. I’ll never forget the rush of being part of history. I was exactly where I was meant to be, in the capital of my country during a time of colossal change. What I didn’t expect was to feel like I truly belonged.Read More
Anyone who has spoken to me for longer than 15 minutes, will know that I’m English Algerian who was born in Germany and lived in France throughout my early and mid 20s.
When I was younger this gave me a nice little identity crisis. At the time, I thought I had to choose between them all, or let my identities battle it out until the victor became who I am. Now I see it more as a multi-faceted richnessRead More
Something inside me yearns to be reconnected with the bright white Casbah of Algiers that descends into the glittering Mediterranean Sea, the shaking of hips and tribal whistling to Arabic drums and the loud bustling market streets of North Africa.Read More