We could say a poor country if we were to rely on the way of life of its people and on the advancement of the modern economy. A special country with youth, a territory where everything is built, a country rich in culture, if you look at them with the eyes of the heart… It may be that to tell anything, for whom from here comes to that end of Africa: tortuous roads, fixed forests, bodies of construction of old tolas, in the streets of the towns a lot of lives of sunsets, or to call the scream of the mutation in the middle of the silent night…
At 11 a.m. they had convened a meeting of the labourers' union in a small town. We met about twenty men, all men or women, dressed in their long, colorful costumes. Then there was Said, a representative of our local trade union, who was drawing up a list of farmers. In his Mahorais language he had a long discussion with men of his age who were on their way. Like there, the wives are quiet. Artetan Said translates words into French. It's not so nice to be in the middle of a discussion where you don't understand a line of words. Upon his return, the soldiers asked Said a series of harsh questions before committing to spread the list of heads by mouth that same day.
An old man, with a nice face and a delicious face, forced us to put us back in. He recommended to the god of the Muslims with a brief sentence that seemed to be right, with his hands open on the table...
Aupa Said and his friends! Now it is up to you to organize and develop the cultivation and fishing of Mayotte. Intxala!