TO SAMARKAND

In my way to Samarkand.
Caravanserai after another.
Dangers and happyness.
The thrill of the unknown.
The fearless dessition of youth.
The new, unexpected friends, in the caravan.
Lonely nights, and not so, in the dessert.
The cold wind in the night,
The moon over the oases.
your forbidden, hidden kiss.
The look from afar:
Getting ready the camels, nobody notices.
The endless time, eveything seems possible.

And Khiva, along the way.