So picture the scene: you are sipping your tea, perhaps playing the guitar, in the dimly lit common area, when a far away cry, a long and alarmed wail, “Kuau” (that is the local name of the Argus), breaks the darkness. It is followed by others, all around you, near and far. And then the building starts shaking, at times gently, other times more strongly. It is not alarming, not frightening, you can focus on the experience of feeling the earth below you moving, you think of how deep is the movement, how many layers of ancient rocks are shifting, and the very superficial one of trees, small wooden huts, rivers and animals that lays upon them. As many thoughts in the forest, profound, eheh.
1 comment:
Hi Luca!
I really enjoy your blog!!! and I am glad nothing happened related to the earthquake... take care :-)
Lore
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