I'm getting out from Mauritanian capital city, Nouakchott. Huge dunes come
close to the city area. It seems that the city could be buried in sand
Once I get out the city, I can't see anything but thousands of dunes far
away to the horizon. I see small villages buried in sand, plants or sand
sweep bulldozers. But those are almost nothing in this world of sand.
After driving for 150 km on the road to inland, I arrive at Boutilimit.
The small town is like sticking on the dunes. Small store huts are aligned
both sides of the road for 100 m. Actually, this is main street of the
town. I walk in the burning sunlight and reflection of sands. Afternoon,
the town is in tranquility like nobody lives in.
The residents sleep in the houses. No watching TV or reading book, just
sleep in silence. I hear nothing but sound of sands blowing into the house.
The same things are repeated every day in the self-sufficient life. Evidence
of the fact "Today is different day from yesterday" is massive
sand burying the house. Only "the sandglass" is running without
mercy while they are sleeping.
"Sandglass" Boutilimit, Mauritania 1999
After glow Time limit vol.2