The sun begins to lift its smiling face over the homes of the Imazighen (Berbers). The soundscape of the sunrise in the Amazigh (Berber) village is astonishing, to say the least. A chorus of roosters, the occasional donkey solo, polyrhythmic owl ostinatos, micropolytonal insect drones, various bird counterpoints. The village of Boulaouane awakens from a deep sleep. A donkey and its master trots off to get the life giving water. The women start breakfast and begin kneading the bread. Another day's work awaits. As the Imazighen (Berbers) plant seeds and begin their harvest, the songs of the Tamazight language ring through the land. To sing and to dance, to joke and to laugh this is the way joy mixes with a hard day's work. For a traveler: an open door and a bed if needed, mint tea and the best food in the house, sometimes a precious gift to be cherished, but the best gift of all is the time the traveler and the villager spent sharing, helping each other and laughing together.