The Water Tower of Africa

Yes, as in the days of Marco Polo or Ibn Battuta. Stopover and thoughts, in the Afar Triangle. A caravan of camels that crosses your path is a living symbol. Like a saddlebag and the stick in the hands of a wayfarer. They are images that touch something deep and that evoke the idea of the journey that the apparently easy method of the tourist village cannot delete. These symbols continue to irradiate like magnets in our imagination. So the dromedaries headed to Lake Karum almost on the boundary with Eritrea, remind me of the poem by the Andalusian Muslim mystic Ibn Arabi: “...I follow the religion of Love whatever way Love’s camels take...” Bywayof impetus, in thesuggestiveness that overlapped the real imageand themysticmetaphor,