(Blu)
I have sweet dreams. Asleep and awake. The moon is pretty and cutely bright.
A day passes. I recover my strength and enough water for now.
I recover and recycle my stretched branches and roots.
And I resu travelling from that rest with a smile.
I was able to run for about eight hours the other day. Not bad. Now I’ll walk though.
I keep so of the filants around my skin to continue capturing so vaporised water from my sweat or from the air. I can keep myself more fresh for a little longer like that.
I’m awake. Fully awake. When you’ve been a ghost like , it ans a world more than just the contrary of being asleep. That’s one example of the relativity of anings words and languages can carry.
Senses, sensibility, thoughts, sensations, mories. Everything.
I’m happy, so happy.
I’m reaching a land with grass, and even orchards and woods ahead. An oasis, or perhaps even a riverside fertile land. I’ll see what lies ahead.
I see ruins half buried in the ground here and there. They look like the earth is slowly eating them.
I find new landscapes around.
Every city has similarities with every other, nut it’s ultimately always a slightly different kind. With a different history and personality, and body sizes, and slls, and tastes even, and knowledge left to share.
I’m eager to discover how this one will fare.
And what I found rapidly was beyond my wildest dreams.
Even though I knew it would eventually happen.
I’m not eting another being-like-, oh no. This is even rarer.
Humans. Alive.
Living here.
Tending to a field of trees with various fruits and nuts on them.
Things I’ve never seen before.
A rather young woman notices as I walk closer, even more than , she cannot believe what she’s seeing. She jumps down from the tree she was in, and runs away from . I let her disappear with a smile.
I look in the trees she was working in. She was planting or removing caterpillars there it seems. A basket she left is half full of them, and I can notice many more crawling around the branches of the trees.
They’re big as the palm of my hands, larger than chicken eggs. Was she harvesting them or bringing them to pasture?
I pick up the basket and walk nonchalantly in the direction she ran to. Behind there, I discover a small village showing clear signs of repairs and urbanism. It’s well maintained and cared for.
I reach a small stream of water a little behind.
There are ropes hanged around it with wide sheets attached on them. It brings so shade over the water, protecting it from the hot sunlight a little. That’s interesting.
As I twirl around, I discover another person, holding a rifle pointed at .
It makes grin and hold back a laugh.
Try ...
I haven’t had the chance to experience real anger and hatred that rises from pain, wounds and death threats as a human would. I’m a little curious.
But it’s not a wish to be sadistic and get a casus belli to justify it either.
So my curiosity doesn’t push ahead there. Well, not the one about the pain and anger.
The one about them however, why yes! The curiosity for these humans here is very strong now. I want to know more! I want to be friendly!
I just smile, and extend my arm holding the basket of giant caterpillars as to give it back to them.
That person lowers her rifle, and lowers her hood. An older woman, with darker skin. A beautiful skin. Chiselled, shaded, like a beautiful landscape.
We et.
And she soon smiles as well.
She even has tears in her eyes, as she holds my shoulder to guide to her ho.
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A little while later, I’m sitting in a cool shade under large trees, in the rear garden of a house.
I’m being served a tea I’m not accustod to. I thank them graciously. It’s hot, burning a little my lips and my tongue.
The entire household seems to be gathering to et . An old man and the old woman I just t. Two other mature won, and two younger ones, maybe just the age of Myls, or a little older.
They are clearly delighted to have a visitor.
They are also surprised to see in good and healthy shape despite my absence of luggage and my tattered clothes barely holding over .
I just laugh. I don’t understand two third of what they’re trying to say, because I don’t know their language.
Since I gave them my thanks for the tea in old English, so of them then try to speak to in that dead language.
Only the old woman speaks well enough for us to sustain a normal conversation.
When I tell her that I am British, born and raised, and ca here from Egypt, she translates it a little haphazardly.
They all look at a little agape from the surprise. It seems unbelievable to them, but it’s true.
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We continue chatting about everything and nothing. I tell them about things I’ve seen and things I know, while they share the sa.
I giggle more than once to myself, as they forgot to ask the one question I would have expected to co first.
They don’t understand how I live and how I managed to co here, but they are too overjoyed to linger on that. They didn’t catch on that hint.
They want to stay, to stay, to stay. It makes them so happy to have , a foreigner and traveller, they’re thanking Allah and for this gift. Even if but for a few days, they really want to stay.
Unfortunately I tell them, I will leave after a few days no matter what. It saddens them, but they sure wanted to make the most of it.
They gave new clothes to start. My first real clothes really.
They had fun combing my hair and pampering in all sorts of ways. They gave a subli haircut. This along the gold trimd dark patterned clothes, I look beautiful in my eyes.
My eyes have a golden tint I notice. I didn’t even know what I really look like. I’m admiring myself now in front of their mirror.
A healthy looking woman with long brown hair, very smooth and light chestnut skin, with freckles all over the upper part of my body. Green gold eyes. No real belly button, they noticed as well.
Another clue they didn’t follow upon, as we all laughed at the shapes of my belly, instead of raising the true question.
They make eat everything I can until my belly is swollen.
Everything, including the fried giant caterpillars. They’re juicy and creamy but rather bland in taste.
They make listen to music.
My eyes and hair reacted to that sensation. That was new to .
It’s a little overwhelming now...
They make try a dance. I’m awful at it, at first.
But I can learn fast, very fast.
Frighteningly so. The first laughs because of my clumsiness beco sothing else before the day ends.
I dance.
That’s another incredible feeling I would never have imagined possible.
It’s otherworldly, even for soone or sothing like , which is saying sothing.
I thought a body was just a tool, a vehicle. It’s... It can be more, far more. I have another overwhelming glimpse of it like that.
I dance. They don’t laugh anymore, they’re stunned at how I move and the stamina I display with ease.
My muscles feel sweet. I sweat a lot. It’s really fun. I don’t feel like myself anymore for a while.
Who was that that I recall being?
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I’m taking a bath in the night.
It’s so nice.
It’s a really nice place here.
I still want to go nonetheless.
We exchange warm hugs on the morning when it’s ti to say goodbye.
I’m ready to go again.
They serve a last hot tea, for the last chat.
I drink it happily.
I’m telling them I’m going to head north.
We are in Persia, though they give it its modern na of Iran.
I want to see the edges of the world, and beyond, I tell them.
They are... bewildered. Then they laugh.
The old man says he’s happy to see soone with such a nice will to be alive, such beautiful and strong will to live and see the world. I nod a thank with a kind smile. He’s sadly not eager to let go of my hands and I feel.
The old woman says she is happy to have t such a kind and gentle human in our day and age.
I couldn’t help but laugh. They‘re surprised by my reaction.
B - You thought I was human?
Oops. They’re all a little scared now.
I take my leave before they change their mind about anything, with a heartfelt curtsy and goodbye.
I’m just myself, human also.
I wave and blow a kiss at them as I leave, while they’re still looking at go.
They have so ambivalent feelings now because of what I last said.
But I liked them.
After I’m gone, they will think back and notice the little hints that maybe I wasn’t really human.
But they will also rember that I’ve only been kindness and cheers to them. So they will realise that things like us don’t always an harm. We’re not always insensitive monsters.
Just like humans.
We can also be kind hearted as well sotis.
In the anti, I’m walking through another patch of dry lands.
And I’m wearing what may very well be the most beautiful clothes in the world. It feels like a sha for to be wearing them.
Behind in the distance, I notice that one of them is attempting to follow , while keeping their distances.
I don’t mind.
They have to experience and learn what they can as well.
We’re the sa, in more ways than one.
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