Call me slow, but I just never put it together. Until now. I have been living in my site since November and yesterday was the first day that I translated the name into English. The Pass of Death, or The Dead Pass if you prefer. Last weekend I went on a hike with my host father, Aziz. And he explained how the little douwar, at a low point on the mid valley ridge was the site of a local battle. The Berber tribe living there fought off foreign invaders some time long ago and commemorated the victory by naming the site Death Pass. That’s where I live.