
Tashlaheet is the Amazigh (Berber) language spoken in the Atlas Mountains close to Marrakech. Since I spend so much time in them, and also because I can’t resist the chance to try a new language, I have been trying to learn enough to get by. The problem is that it isn’t like any other language I have ever heard and it has only just started being written down. I only have about fifty words, but am determined to whip them out on every possible occasion, so this is a typical conversation.
Me: Hello, How are you?
Mr Berber: Great. How are you. Are you tired?
Me: Yes, I speak a little Tashlaheet.
Mr Berber: Where do you live?
Me: My name is loony knickers.
Mr Berber: Very good. It is great that you speak Tashlaheet.
Me: Your mule is very beautiful.
Mr Berber: What is your job.
Me: Eggs and bread and Vache Qui Rit.
Mr Berber: Are you married?
Me: Your mule is very beautiful.
Mr Berber: Have you just climbed Mount Toubkal?
Me: I love walnuts.
Mr Berber: You speak Tashlaheet very well.
Me: Thank you and may God go with you.
Mr Berber: May God Help You!
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Hahaha!!! Wonderful!
May the force be wuth you Alice!
Soon you will pick up Tamazight!
Literally laughing out loud. Your spirit shines through.