Av Saliha Hedir
Hidden behind a green bush, shyly, hesitantly gurgling on the margin of a village, confused, singing
on the edge of a street, hoisted on the treetops, in a steep place, difficult to access, the Kabyle fountain, as if it can only be Kabyle for it to be conceived in its symbolic and mythological diversity, lives in the best place in the heart of every Kabyle human being.
Thala, the fountain of our childhood, the goddess of water, the precious memory, a precious treasure, lives in the best place in the heart. Has an indelible impact on human memory, a learning space, this exquisite place where tender emotions fill the heart of an unreal waterline.
There is not a Kabyle who has lived the era of fountains and who does not have his memory full, woven in an array of sweet memories.
