I learn how to say Bahrain: Bach, and rain, where it’s all balm and smells of green sea and women dance their bellies to a crowd of three at the Supernightclub. A sheesha rests against stucco. No ripples in the pool.
Flying on to Egypt, sky merges with haze, haze with horizon, then the sand monologue: banks, drifts, dunes, and for a while, a weird geometry appears: full- and semi-circles of rice farms.
Photo: A rice farm in the desert,
somewhere between Bahrain and Egypt
Text: An excerpt of 'A Cairo Song'
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Photo: A rice farm in the desert,
somewhere between Bahrain and Egypt
Text: An excerpt of 'A Cairo Song'
For the whole text, visit:
http://www.arabicnadwah.com/articles/cairosong.htm
3 comments:
Lovely dusty photo - i am just now writing the annual reports for Bahrain, Kuwait and a stack of other exotic labour rights abusers! Half wanting to go there and half getting angry..what a coincidence. I thought you were still on the other side of the world....Dominique
hi dominique, am in new zealand, that's a photo i took in 2005... thanks for all the work you do for justice, yes, i thank you
hi dominique, am in new zealand, that's a photo i took in 2005... thanks for all the work you do for justice, yes, i thank you
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