Oasis in the desert and for those who like to read, Tawarta is born from my mad love for Morocco. It is from his childhood as a country to say-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the companion of my road...

My family settled in Morocco in the aftermath of the Conference of Algeciras, 126 years ago. And while I myself am a grandmother, I go every year I collect on the grave of my great-grandparents in Rabat. Six generations of this country, and I will be able to resume the currency of the ivy, I'm home or I die.

After the death of my husband the Doctor Kerdoudi, founder of the Moroccan Society of Neurosurgery, I went to melt in these territories south of the sahara, for which, at the time of the Green March, we had lived hours so exciting ! It was 45 years ago, during the recovery by Morocco, its southern provinces.

If I get back on the kaleidoscope of my life, the fact is my childhood with my brother Jean-Louis, and to be inhabited by the serenity, Yvette, my grand-mother. His farm of orange, Bouknadel, was clinging to a cliff overlooking the Ocean and the summer, the family was taking us in huts placed on the sand, Creek Rock, where we lived as little wildlings, in freedom.

Finally, 30 years of passion, made me, a specialist of the exploits of Aeropostale and its heroes, the first pilot line, which made the men closest to earth and smaller. The majority of them died in the service ordered, that the letters come more quickly, and that we liked best!

Villa Cisnéroa, (the name given by the Spaniards in the city of Dakhla), was one of the stopovers mythical of the Line. Are crossed all the major drivers for this time.

The choice of Tawarta in Dakhla, on a farm at the edge of the water... is certainly the product and the recollection of all these attachments.