We left very early the morning to walk our way towards the desert. A herd of cows followed us for a while, then they stopped. We were leaving everything behind. One last glance over my shoulder. And that was it. We were on own. And now nothing could stop us.
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I’ll never forget you.
The entrance of the Fort Palace is still showing some red painted hand prints. It was the last trace a woman would leave behind her before entering the Harem. She would never go out or leave the place for the rest of her life.
On the edge of a city made of Gold.
I was there looking at the man on the top of the fort, but maybe I am this man looking over the birds. Or maybe I am the birds.