Aswan. Late in the afternoon on April 3th, 1987. Old Cataract Hotel on the back. Sitting on a big red rock. Fresh wind. Sun going down. The feeling of a rock radiating its warmth. Feluccas sailing by. Noises. Sitting in the black and fertile world (ancient Egyptian 'kemet'). Looking at the other side of the river Nile, the red world of the dead (ancient Egyptian 'deshret'). Thinking about Lord Carnavon and Howard Carter. Puzzling on what's the same and different in ancient and modern day Egypt. Wondering on Tutankaten and Tutankamun, two radical and different religious names for the same physical man. Feluccas sailing by. Riverbed with water floating. The same riverbed. For ancient egyptians. For present day egyptians.
Suddenly, everything was quiet and one. The world with all its sounds and motions came to a standstill. For a few seconds I felt "...", One with the universe and humanity. For a few seconds - that seemed to last forever - everything was perfect. THAT!
P.S. More on this from me.
P.S. More on this from me.
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