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Can one journey change your attitude towards life?

Have you ever fallen in love with inanimate objects? Yes, so that without memory, so that the hair on end and sleepless nights? Have you ever felt cornered by a squirrel from a wheel? In Tunisia, I fell in love with the Sahara desert and spent two days there completely changed me and got out of the impasse. "Everything will be as it should be…"

Have you ever fallen in love with inanimate objects? Yes, so that without memory, so that the hair on end and sleepless nights? Have you ever felt cornered by a squirrel from a wheel? In Tunisia, I fell in love with the Sahara desert and spent two days there completely changed me and got out of the impasse. "Everything will be as it should be…"

The first time I saw her, the desert, not for long, was during a trip from Aswan to the Nubian village in Egypt. This visual image pursued me in a dream, I endlessly looked at the photos and did not yet understand what was happening to me.

... even in the winter, after reading the book Tahir Shah "Year in Casablanca", I, paradoxically, wanted not in Morocco, but in Tunisia. Inexplicable female logic. And I began to dream. Throughout the winter, I looked at guidebooks and hotels, falling asleep, thought of the desert with the majestic name of Sahara and categorically told my friends that this year we were only going to Tunisia for a holiday.

Fucked up, intolerable already in trifles, and large - infuriating, nerves stretched like the strings of a poorly tuned guitar, avalanches of information falling asleep from all sides and not even letting out a sigh and knowing where I am? Where am i now What am I talking about? How to find a muzzle for their unbridled emotions?

Everything at once went wrong, as planned - the delay on the flight, arrival is already in the morning, no one speaks around neither in Russian nor in English. It is impossible to buy that excursion that I drew myself. It is not possible to find a travel agency and a million more impossible ... And then "Ramadan, Madame .. and your Russian-speaking guide just did not go to work ..." "Yes, still, these strangers will go with us ..." "We will not go to that the place - it turned out, we drove past it ... "...

And then I saw her.

This brick-red, felt, indescribably soft and wavy landscape can not be confused with anything. Only here the incredible and sweltering heat gives pleasure. Here, dropping tired legs into the hot sand carpet, for the first time in my life, I felt a sudden passion not for a man .... Bare feet fall into the bronze sand, and you want to stretch your arms to fly. How are you beautiful Sahara, how beautiful.

The desert is huge, the desert is so beautiful and impressive that you can probably write thick volumes about it. Towns, villages, small cafes and restaurants, couscous and coffee, salt lakes are huge, how many eyes can reach, a ferryboat and cool oases with waterfalls, the Atlas Mountains, quads and sandstorms. Amazing people I met along the way. The stuffy and dense night is Tunisian, as ancient as hijabs, already rarely found on the heads of the beautiful inhabitants of this country. Sahara is waiting and there magnet pulls back.

Berbers and troglodytes still live there. The difference in their and our existence = the abyss. There, into the abyss, I was tongued and wayward would have thrown absolutely any of the male citizens.For a woman is a carpet, a kitchen and a bunch of dirty children. And do not get smart, woman. And the carpets are thick and thin, so bright, they put it in the nursery, and even great-great-great-grandchildren will run around it and listen to grandma's tales.

I'll tell you more about the rose. Rose of the desert. The mountains around a huge saline lake. Puddles of pink, red, white water with salt crystals in the scorching sun, sand in places, the remains of boats, huts and roses, roses of the Sahara. One will go home with me and remind of these days. A whimsical cosmic landscape and the same unreal roses. She remembered Saint-Exupery, his Little Prince and Rose. The place is here the prince with a rose, the place. It is believed that this lightning strikes a salt lake and roses appear. A more romantic version suits me - as if there was a giant rose garden on this place and petrified roses from past centuries happened to be on the surface ...

In the Sahara - camels, these are ships of the desert, not fussy, majestic, go to themselves and go stepping over and dissolving in eternity ... Beautiful. Even near the hotels, on the beach, covered with humiliatingly pink blankets and that, stately and grandiose ...

Mirages. Until now, I have not met them. And here at every turn.I'll tell you about my first. We stopped on the shores of a salt lake, the sun stood at the zenith and after the air-conditioned cabin of the car, the air simply engulfed the whole body with fire, penetrated the molten stream inside and literally ordered us not to move - to stand and look. And we watched. There, in the distance, the ripples ran through the water, and on the other side the silhouettes of palm-oasis are barely noticeable? Here our attendant, shaking his head happily, said that no, there is nothing there - a mirage. So do you see clearly! How not to believe the eyes. You close your eyes, you think everything is a sunstroke, then you remember that your blond head could not warm up so quickly and in general! You open your eyes - you can clearly see water in front of you, a breeze drives small curls of waves through it, but from the back you - No! No there is nothing. The first reaction is confusion, then a painful, just painful sensation of a shift in the head. Then there were other mirages.

When I returned, I read about the Flying Dutchman, and about Fata Morgana, I read about all the mirages — I tried to bring order to my head and push everything back. But I still remember this first impression and no-no, and remember those feelings.

And about the most important thing.“Everything will be as it should be” ... this phrase is sewn with a red thread in the book that brought me here. After all, Tunisia and Morocco and Algeria and Libya and Mauritania of the Maghreb country, with a general philosophy. In fact, I was not at all wrong when I arrived here. This phrase took on a completely physical shape for me and made me return completely different. I became more open and tolerant, I began to trust my intuition and trust the providence, I began to trust people more. Now I value the present moments even more, I appreciate what is happening to me, I value my friends and friends around me more ... Now, looking back, I am glad that I remembered this phrase there - and she’s just about the essence of these places. Refusing to blindly and meticulously following each point of the program, I as a result received much more than I expected. Made just invaluable life experience and become different. Everything will be as it should be ... Trust your intuition, and if you just now wanted to go this way - do it.

 

In conclusion, I would like to tell you how you can stretch this pleasure, as long as possible. Bring home with you a rug, bright and variegated earthenware, world-famous dishware.Put dates and sweets in it. Learn to cook couscous with spices brought from there and brew mint tea. Prepare coffee, delicious Tunisian coffee in small glass cups with a barely-marked waist, and call your friends - in the stories about what happened, you will return there again ... So, like me.

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