were an extreme rarity when I was a youngster, as was any
other vestige of modern life. I hadn't sen a car intil I had
turned 7. In my village there was no school, not even paper
or pencils. Illiteracy was virtually 100%. I
began drawing at about the same time that I began to walk
and only with the materials that my poor environment would
allow (chalk, coal, etc...).
At the age of six months
an unhappy event in Hirit compelled my family, which feared
for their lives, to leave the town, provoking an exile that
lasted decades. This type of event, family feuding and vendetta,
is not a rare event even today in a region where justice is
left in the hands of the people.