The desert is magic. Its silence is magic. Except the sound of millions and millions of grains of sand grinding, the desert is a silent place. One tends to watch the endless sky trying to detect any trace of sound, but it’s like life in a vacuum. No wonder that people of the desert have an aura of peace, making the rest of us awestruck by their heritage of living life in a hostile surrounding.
Hamza was born in Tarfaya, a place located on the fringe of the Sahara Desert. There was a brief time when people, tourists mainly, came here. In 2008 a ferry connecting Tarfaya and the Canary Islands went into service and the village started to flourish. Shops opened, hotels launched, former sandy tracks were replaced by asphalt streets filling up quickly with the newbies in town.
A lively exchange between locals and strangers bustled. Finally there was contact with a world beyond Tarfaya. But it all ended as quickly as it started. The ferry was stranded, resulting in empty hotel rooms, an idle infrastructure, and a group of youngsters rich with whatever gear traveling surfers had opted to leave behind: used surfboards, wore-down wetsuits and one big dream.
“We want Tarfaya to emerge again. We are not waiting for the world to find us, we are going to find the world. All our efforts aim to help Hamza to become surf champion. So that one day he will be well known and help make Tarfaya a well-known place on earth.”