Baya arrived in Boujda in the month of May, when I was very small.
No-one knew where she came from, or what she wanted. She was not really welcome in the village.
I would sneak over to her place to hear her stories while drinking tea.
The day that Baya became outraged at the fate of sick people, things began to change. And people took a dim view of this. People don’t like it when their lives are turned upside down. Even if it is for the best.