NOVEMBER 2015
…A journey through a disenchanted and, at the same time, enchanted land: apparently desolate landscapes under a sky in which the sun gets lost and the stars chase one another, emergingplains bleached with emerging salts, unexpected bodies of water from which swarms of flamingos hover in the air, dyeing it pinkish cirrus clouds while herds of wild donkeys run after each other, heehawing. A wavy column of shadows advances from a flickering and out-of-focus near horizon which, as if by magic, transforms into a glittering convoy of Rabari nomads: women in black dresses ornately festooned with semi-precious stones, mini mirrors and pearls with their austere faces embellished with gold earrings and silver necklaces… noble men with large red or white turbans and monumental moustaches and gold earrings march on proudly, straight-backed in their white cotton clothing…
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