The desert in Tunisia
My journey began in Nefta, a historic town known for its palm-fringed oases and ancient mudbrick architecture.
My journey began in Nefta, a historic town known for its palm-fringed oases and ancient mudbrick architecture.
I was on the road, on my way to somewhere. I had been traveling for some time, crossing lands, seas, cities and borders.
Various components makes Tunisias capital city so interesting and overwhelming the same time. Noisy streets filled with overlaid voices of all sorts of people who want to sell something, groups of loudly laughing students, honking cars,
She gesticulates. The arms sweep wide. She knows that these gestures get her the needed attention.
‘Under the jasmine in the evening, the wind and flowers surround me, the branches lean over me and wipe away my tears. Under the jasmine I sat down, I tuned the lute and sang’.
The landscape is the prevailing feature that has remained constant, a witness that has stood still throughout a history in constant flux.