At three in the afternoon in Jaisalmer, the heat still flattens to a point difficult to understand. We are in the Thar desert, a band straddling India and Pakistan in both countries to exercise their military muscle. But all around, life, time seems to stand still. Only lost a cooing dove or sandy breeze rising from the Thar break the stillness. How can you live here?
The question find it absurd, funny even to people who live in the desert. What is the problem?, seem to mean when they smile; Can one live another way? Sometimes I wonder imagine where we live, we come to spend our time to a place so bleak as this one. And yet the fascination of the desert is very elementary. In the desert there is nothing, just what the traveler who comes here has brought. This empty space we reduced our aggregate skeleton.
The Jaisalmer Fort (which refers back to those great strengths in the air that describes Calvin) has its roots in the mountains. Imagine the impression is unavoidable that should cause travelers of old, who come here with their throats ravaged by dust after exhausting days through the rugged geography of Rajasthan. The contrast with India vital and variegated
This is brutal
Our journey has not been comfortable. It took us eleven hours on a bus bouncing off the road every ten meters. Eleven hours to travel about 400 km insignificant. in this cosmos that we Europeans have decided Call Asia. So hurry now and let the view we go again and again to the fort. Dusk is falling and the walls are stained with this light warm ocher and fall. Time passes slowly, as if the latter were the drops of water that fill a bucket seamlessly.
Here, it almost seems that you have no past.
Shortly after dark, and small fires fueled by unknown people, the lights begin to fire on the golden fortress of Jaisalmer.
Wednesday 
