I was born in Dakhla. It is beautiful here, I have many friends. My cousin lives in Malaga, I went to visit him there and visited the beach, it was beautiful. When my parents first told me I lived in a refugee camp I couldn't understand. I felt sad to know that I lived in a camp and my parents had been driven out of their country.

Three times a week I prepare the donkey early in the morning at 6am and walk for one hour to the well. I fill ten containers using rope, it's deep and I get tired. It's takes two hours coming back, when I arrive home I feed the donkey and rest. The water from the well is sweet and people like to use it to make tea and to cook grains and sometimes even to drink it when there is no other water. The day after I collect the water I sell it around the homes of Dakhla. I don't knock people's doors they see me and call me. It costs fifty dinars (€0.50) for ten litres. Sometimes I sell everything in two days.

We want peace and freedom and we want Morocco out of our country. On one hand the ceasefire is OK, there is no war anymore, but, on the other Morocco is putting Saharawis in prison in the occupied territory. It doesn't work, we want independence and we can get it through fighting and through intifada.