Motivated by his friendship with the young Larbi Layachi, Bowles decided to undertake the preservation of North African oral culture in the early sixties. Layachi could neither read nor write, but was revealed as a master storyteller. His story, a thinly veiled autobiography is told with a touch of raw and gritty, stripped of all sentimentality or moralizing view.
Forced to fend for himself for eight years, working Layachi shepherd, baker's assistant, caretaker, servant of a gay couple "Nazarenes" and as a small dealer kif in the violent streets of Tangier during the height of postcolonialism, and I just give her bones in prison, sentenced to hard labor in a quarry. Adversity looms as treason, allegations, false accusations, making the product of ignorance, corruption or plain bad luck. The cynical and ironic sense of humor Layachi be the best shield against the toughest limits of life.