we dreamed about for years and years, our dream was lots and lots of it in what is done day after day. We had dreamed barely out of childhood at the beginning of independence, a June 1 ...
We had a dream teens were 61 at the Battle of Bizerte ...
We had dreamed when we were naive and gullible to the promises of socialism comforts of home ....
We had a dream in February 1972 with our friends fighting for autonomy UGET ...
We had dreamed at 76, 84, 87 ... ... But every time we wake became increasingly hard to live, and our ability to dream more and more destitute. ...
We had dreamed of in the most difficult moments and moments of joy illusory point of no longer believe either in dreams or at least hope for better days.
My heartfelt thoughts at this time of extreme jubilation go to Journeypersons this long march of years of life ..
A friend of my brother and childhood Tahar ....
A Fatma my first love died of cancer a few weeks ...
A Yamina my first wife and life companion of struggle ...
Radhia A mother of my girls, who passed away suddenly in 2002
To my friends in France Chokri Bendamir Habib Daghar (Dag) Manacorda Benedetto (Ben) ...
To Ahmed Othman Nen hit by a drunk driver in Rabat ...
A Noureddine Ben Khedher ... The child Hamma
Am Khem (Mouldi Zallila). ... The poet of the working class
Hamadi Laajimi ... A companion's singing group and Imazighen Khoumassi ...
To all anonymous we dealt during the demonstrations and marches for dignity and freedom that have not had the chance to share with us these memorable days, an affectionate thought.
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