As we wind our way south through the mountains, past tan villages nestled in the crooks of valleys and fertile green fields, our guide, Salah, says, "This side of the mountain is Berber, other side is Bedouin."
"Vous préférez le désert?" I ask, knowing he comes from the desert, and is a Bedouin himself.
"Because in the desert, you can see long way, very far," he replies, pointing at his face. "Good on eyes."
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