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Haadiz // Accidente // Accident

 
Afortunadamente no he tenido accidentes graves. En los viajes lo paso mal cuando hay curvas o cuando el avión inesperadamente se mueve. Suelo gritar “¡Mulana! ¡Mulana!” (¡Dios mío! ¡Dios mío!).

Pero tengo una experiencia horrible de un accidente que tiene que ver con mi carrera musical, en los inicios del grupo Luali. Fué en 1978, acabábamos de celebrar el anniversario del 27 de Febrero y nos llamaron para una gira por Etiopía. A mí, a Kaziza, Um Murguia, Halida, Mora, Brahim, Salek y Tammy.

Salimos enseguida desde Tinduf por la noche, porque el 8 de marzo ya teníamos conciertos. Todo el mundo estaba muy cansado tras los conciertos del 27 de febrero. Íbamos dos coches. Cuando pasamos un pueblo pequeño llamado Hejbeit, se quedó un coche un poco atrás y el otro se fue corriendo. Entonces el conductor se durmió y el coche se salió y dio varias vueltas de campana. Fue un accidente muy grave. Murieron Halida y Salek, y Kaziza se quedó sin memoria.

Los que íbamos en el coche primero seguimos y seguimos, pero veíamos que no aparecía nunca la luz del otro coche. Paramos para ver si llegaban. En esto pasó un camión argelino y le preguntamos y nos dijo que un coche con saharauis  había tenido un accidente y que había muertos. Todos nos pusimos muy nerviosos. Tammy nos hizo bajar y volvió el solo y encontró al conductor chorreando sangre con un golpe en la cabeza y Kaziza que no sabía dónde estaba, ni si era de noche o de día, y los otros dos muertos. Nos quedamos toda la noche en la carretera. Todos muy tristes.

En un pueblo antes de Bechar dejamos a los muertos y a Kaziza y al conductor herido en un hospital y seguimos para Argel. Llegamos por la tarde y por la mañana cogimos el avión. Argel, París, Roma, Mostar, Sudán y Etiopía. Cinco aviones hasta Abdis Abeba. Allí al llegar al teatro nos esperaba una foto grande de Halida muerta con un velo negro rodeándole la cara. Estuvimos dos semanas con conciertos. Yo llevaba uniforme militar y Um Murguia ropa tradicional. En uno de esos conciertos representamos, como si fuera una pequeña obra de teatro, el accidente.

Fortunately, I never had any serious accidents. When I’m travelling I do get scared if a sharp curve is taken too fast or a plane suddenly jolts in the air. I just scream Mulana! Mulana! (Dear God! Dear God!)

But there is one horrible accident, which tainted the beginnings of my musical career, just when we started the group Luali. It was in 1978, we had just celebrated the anniversary of The 27th of February (our “Independence Day”) when we were asked to go on tour in Ethiopia: Kaziza, Um Murguia, Halida, Mora, Brahim, Salek, Tammy and me.

We left immediately, driving by night in two cars from Tindouf because we had concerts scheduled starting the 8th of March. We were all exhausted because of the concerts we’d given for The 27th of February. When we reached the tiny village of Heibeit the second car had fallen a bit behind us while we were racing ahead. It was then that the driver of the other car dozed off, he veered off the road and the car flipped a number of times. Halida, and Salek died. Kaziza, survived but couldn’t remember a moment of the accident.

Those of us in the front car continued on until we finally realized that we were no longer seeing the lights of the other car behind us. So, we stopped and waited for them to catch up. While we were waiting an Algerian truck came along the road which we stopped to ask the driver if he’d passed their car. He said that a car of Sahrawi’s had been in an accident and that some of the passengers had died. We were all shocked and scared. Tammy went back while we waited there and he found the driver gushing blood from his head and Kaziza was delirious, he had no idea if it was day or night or where he was. The other two were already dead. We spent the entire night by the roadside, utterly despondent.

We drove the corpses to a town near Bechar and left Kaziza and the wounded driver at the hospital. Then we continued on to the airport in Algiers. We got there in the afternoon and caught a flight the next morning for Paris, continuing to Roma, Mostar, Sudan and finally we arrived in Abdis Abeba. They drove us to the concert-hall where we were met by a large picture of Halida, dead, with a black cloth draped around his face. We performed for 2 weeks straight. I wore military garb and Um Murguia wore traditional dress. We performed in one of these concerts the accident as a theatrical play.

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