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Published: July 10th 2009
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Yemenia airlines
Voila, tout le passage Wow, et en plus il vol!!!
Voila, je suis dans l’airbus de Yemenia airlines. Le plus secure ligne aere du moment, l’enorme avion est presque vide...
Je suis tres content parce que il y a presque person dans l’avion. Saha! sa a l’air d’un vrai voyage et pas de tout d’une fete de touristes. Il a autant peut des gens que j’ai deja trouve trois autres etudiants de la meme ecole. J’ai la sensation se commence un tres cool experience.
Hier soir, apres lire tous les recommendations de pas voyager au Yemen, je eu peur et j’ai pense en anuler mon depart. Mais quand j’ai commence a lire en plus sur la politique de la region et les raissons pour les quelles il y a le conflicte, j’ai ete fascine et j’ai su que je dois y aller encore avec des riskes.
La vie dans le bureau n’est pas dangereusse bien sure, mais aussi n’est pas de tout fascinante, alors le travaille est pour gagner l’argent et l’argent est pour etre depense. Et chaq’un depense l’argent comment le fait hereusse, et pour moi sa que me fait plus plaisir c’est de coinatre des choses nouvelles. Et des
choses nouvelles sans un bataillon de touristes. Hier quand je eu peur, j’ai pense, Innaki tu envieies. Ajourd’hui je me sens super fort, super jeune.
Et en plus, maitenant je me sens en vacances, plus de penser a la manniere parisienne et plus du code, le code, le degolas code, que skifo. Maitenant je suis plus Ignace, je suis plus Ignacio, maitenant je suis que Innaki autrefois...
A droite, la voile du Nile, je prends mon appareil de photo, click, le dessert, click, le Nile, click, u_tt=u_xx+u_yy. click utt=uxx, click, v=(1 0 )v_1 +( 0-1)v_2, click self similarity par tout. La nature ne discrimine pas en questiones des scheles.
Je crois que la raison par la quelle le dessert est mon paisage prefere viens de quand, a l’age de 14 ans, mon pere m’amene a l’Egypt. Quand on a visite le Cairo j’ai volou de habiter la-bas dans un futur. Maitenant, pas le Cairo, mais la sable, le couleur, la forme des dunes, est sans dout sa que j’aime plus. Quelles temps avant j’ai ecrit sur le Sahara:
“ After living Sahid I took a taxi to Carch. A beautiful village in an oasis of
houses made from palm leaves. I told myself once again: “If you help yourself, God will help you”. And I went into the oasis dressing in my blue turbant to search for some place to sleep.
Locals were coming out of their houses when they were seeing me. After asking a couple of people about hosting me, I saw some metres away, a woman covering her face with her dress. She was Nenne. My first westener impression was she did not want to show her face because of her religion. I was wrong. She confessed to me later, she covered her face because she fancied me.
I was invited in the hut where Nenne and her relatives were living, a little matriarcal society formed by young mothers and their children. None of the women were older than seventeen, no woman had finished school yet. The only male in the family, the cousin was about my age.
I was amazed, I had never thought in my life I was going to have the chance to live what I lived during those days. Hospitality was as naive as pure. Goat milk and plain rice, sand, palm leaves, the sun
and the wind. Camels running free. And Nenne, always happy to talk and laugh with me about simple things. When the time of praying, at the evening we went all to the dunes nearby the mountains. The sky was purple and the sand was atonishing red. Light bolts, rain, Alah was surrounding everything, so much freedom.
Nenne is sleeping now a couple of metres away from me. On the sand. It is early morning and she ignores that I am writing about her. She is wearing a blue dress with paintings of yellow and orange fruits. She is Senegalese.
During the days I was in Carch, life was reduced to the basics. I was happy feeling like an observer, letting the time go away just writing down what was happening around me in my diary. Living the present moment.
Maybe the most grateful feeling was to experience the life inside a women house in one of the most Islamic countries in the world. From my western eyes, this is nothing I would have ever imagine I could experience. I could see them cooking and cleaning. How they were making up themselves and how they were feeding their
babies on front of me. At the noon, when it was hottest it was tea time. I used then to lay on the carpets inside the hut and write. Sometimes, Mariam came to play with me (Mariam is one of the babies, her age was at that time nine months). She was tireless climbing on me and going after my pen and my notebook. She was so happy.”
“Yesterday morning two scorpions came into the hut. The girls took a few seconds to kill them. Naade, which age is about five, fought fiercely with them showing no compassion. Twenty minutes later, a harmless lizard went into the hut and caused generalized panic. Only Naade attacked again.”
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Make the most of it!
Hola Innaki! I'm glad you made it safely to Sanaa, and apparently you had space enough in the plane. Travelling is indeed a good way to leave your worldly problems back to were they belong, and live amazing moments. The story you wrote about Sengal was fantastic, and I hope you are going to have other incredible experiences during this trip... and possibly write about them so we can share a little bit of your journey. Enjoy!