Archive for May, 2019

  1. The thirteenth day of the crossing – relativity in the desert

    The thirteenth day of the crossing had been drowsy. Sun, heat, the nauseating sway of the camel dune after dune, on a sea of endless sand. I caught myself thinking that we, the travelers, were so imbued of some routine actions that, if by chance, one was ceased, most of us would miss it. The […]

  2. The twelfth day of the crossing – the branding of the desert

    It was dawn of the twelfth day of the crossing. I grabbed a cup of coffee and went to be by myself for the morning meditation. I was floating amidst a thousand thoughts when I saw a man who was traveling with the caravan seated alone on the sand. I had already noticed him because […]

  3. The ninth day of the crossing – when the soul looks at itself in the mirror

    It was dusk on the ninth day of the crossing. That had been a boring day, particularly when compared to the previous ones. The caravanner ordered camp to be set up a little before the usual time we interrupted the journey for the night. I decided to see the barber. It may seem strange, but […]