UncategorizedThe thirtieth day of the crossing – the art of the desertYoskhazSeptember 22, 2019 by YoskhazSeptember 22, 20190707 There are some days that seem to exist only to bother us. Or to test us. I woke up happy, thinking about Ingrid, the Nordic,... Read more
UncategorizedThe twenty-ninth day of the crossing – when the desert rips you out of yourselfYoskhazSeptember 16, 2019 by YoskhazSeptember 16, 20190753 I woke up with Ingrid, the pretty, Nordic ginger-haired astronomer handing me a cup of fresh coffee. I thanked her. She smiled with her eyes... Read more
UncategorizedThe twenty-eight day of the crossing – the consciousness of the desertYoskhazSeptember 9, 2019 by YoskhazSeptember 9, 20190737 I woke up early on that day. The pinkish hue that colored the sky was an indication of dawn even before the sun appeared above... Read more