I know I’ve been there, but when and where?
Tanks are rolling across a much too narrow old bridge, pieces of concrete are dropping into the river, also round pieces of dried moss. The greyed wooden railing fractures. Somewhere near the Dinarian border.
In another country, in another time a dune, and hidden behind this dune figures sprung from a movie: teenagers from Japan, Europe and China after a treasure.
Behind the dune mythical Lou-Lan, and looming behind it Tian Shan.
A hoard of mercenaries jump out of a camouflaged troop transporter in Waziristan at dusk. They are dressed in black guerilla gear, black masks over their faces. They drop into the sand, shrink and crinkle, become crabs, dig themselves in, are gone.
A fluttering flag. What colors? – As an afterthought: I recognized the geometry, I know that much. Eyes half shut against the flat angle of the setting sun.
– Niebla ( © 2005 and 2008 )
Posted for Writers Island and déjà vu.
The marvelous photo showing Tian Shan and Tian Chi lake is from Learn Chinese Through Music.