The legend of the monkey cave.

Publié par ⵉⵎⴻⴷⴷⵓⴽⴰⵍ ⵏ ⵊⴻⵕⵊⴻⵕ sur 8 Novembre 2024, 14:24pm

Catégories : #Communication, #Haltes du Djurdjura., #Vie Quotidienne

After a stay of more than 6 months in the east of the country, a trader flanked by his donkey is on his way back to his village (Ath Allaoua) to see his family. On his arrival his brother will take the opposite route for 6 months of emigration in his turn, but first, he must cross the Azrou Medene pass at more than 1800 meters above sea level. After enjoying the legendary hospitality of the villagers on the southern slope and exchanging news, he leaves his hosts in the Ighzer village as soon as day begins to dawn, not without apprehension because of the heavy snow in this season and the sky threatening to this day.

The crossing cannot last more than two days even with the harshest conditions, he seemed to say in a low voice to his faithful companion. As they climb, they sink deeper and deeper into the snow. He rolls up and ties jute bags to the donkey's legs and feet and thus reaches the crest without much difficulty. He does not find his usual landmarks and the most worrying thing is the snowstorm which has never been so strong. He hurtles down the slope under more than three meters of snow with zero visibility... the powder swirls, there is no longer any up or down, no North or South, is it a dream or reality? This is surely the end, he says to himself, and his life begins to pass before him at full speed, to prevent these macabre thoughts from invading him he begins to loudly encourage his companion in misfortune as if he were a human, his own voice reassures him: they are still alive, they have not fallen into a ravine or been swept away by an avalanche. In total despair, they continue to walk, perhaps swim or fly, he doesn't really know anymore, he struggles when suddenly... blackness. Immobile in a frightening silence, he perceives the mist and hears the breathing of his donkey, he gradually realizes that they are alive in a cave. It is inhabited by monkeys, curiously none are frightened, no doubt they are aware that the danger does not come from intruders but from the external threat.

He chose a small corner for himself and his donkey as far back as possible so as not to disturb them. The storm lasted approximately ten days. At each meal the man collects a handful of dried figs and acorns, which the monkeys intentionally place on a rock. Once the weather clears, the man finds his bearings and returns home, he tells his adventure to the whole village and since that day, at the start of each winter, he loads a bag of figs on the back of his donkey and a bag of acorns which he places at the entrance to the monkey cave.

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