Far Off Places

"The van was old and threatened to break down before destination. Among clangs and shrieks it struggled across the desert making its way through the haze that blurred the horizon, the only discernible border that obviously moved farther and farther away as we got closer. A pitiless chase for the shattered vehicle and our longing for arrival. Tiny grains of sand continuously hit our sweaty faces through the open windows sticking to them like dead mosquitoes; they flew in with the vehemence of a sand storm despite the low speed. The heat was suffocating but the dramatic poignancy of the arid landscape captured us completely." Short prose by Olivia Arieti and poetry by Pete Thompson. Music courtesy of Gurdenark.