desert dreams

Berbercafe in AitBenHaddou

cindyruch_aitbenhaddou

schattenreiten

morgenrast

berberspuren

fruehstueck am wuestenrand

jess

still sein

the roads of morocco

“The desert landscape is always at its best in the half-light of dawn or dusk. The sense of distance lacks: a ridge near by can be a far-off mountain range, each small detail can take on the importance of a major variant on the countryside’s repetitious theme. The coming of day promises a change; it is only when the day has fully arrived that the watcher suspects it is the same day returned once again – the same day he has been living for a long time, over and over, still blindingly bright and untarnished by time.”
(Paul Bowles: The Sheltering Sky)

If getting lost was a place, and not a movement or a feeling, it would be the desert. We were sitting on camels for only a couple of hours, looking at the dunes on repeat. We tried to remember the ways of navigation: the sun, the moon, the stars. Lost knowledge. The berbers were leading the way. Before, we had looked up the desert on GoogleMaps: it was only a plain brown spot. No streets lead from Merzouga into the desert. We felt safe as long as we could see the edge of the desert: the house with the blue door, a few building next to it. We felt free when we looked to the left, to the dunes upon dunes and the blue endless sky.

There was so enough space to get lost and to dream further.


Wenn Verlorengehen ein Ort und nicht eine Bewegung, oder gar ein Gefühl wäre, wäre es die Wüste. Wir saßen nur zwei Stunden auf den Kamelen und schauen auf die Dünen in Wiederholung. Wir versuchten uns an die Arten der Orientierung zu erinnern: die Sonne, der Mond, die Sterne. Verlorenes Wissen. Die Berber führten uns. Selbst auf GoogleMaps ist die Wüste nur ein leerer, brauner Fleck. Keine Straße verläuft von Merzouga Richtung Wüste. Wir fühlten uns sicher, solange wir die Ränder der Wüste sahen: das Haus mit der blauen Tür, zur Rechten ein paar Gebäude. Wir fühlten uns frei, wenn wir nach links schauten, zu den Dünen und Aberdünen und dem endlos blauen Himmel.

Hier war Platz zum Verlorengehen und Weiterträumen.

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