By: Salem Ojali* It was when a truck roared passed me on the road, that I realised where I was, it shook the place and drove away leaving a silent desolate road behind. I realised that I was always like this; anticipating the past and future, driving in a small old car, on a road I didn’t recognise, bewildered in front of the soldiers at the check points, astonished by the vastness of the horizon. I stopped the car after sunset on a high place off the road, tired from the scene of a barren featureless desert all day long. […]
A horse on the coin
