从坂本龙一的纪录片看过来喜欢摩洛哥于是买了书看了电影Lost artists in lost country. 我也在沙漠中和Berbers待了两天穿越沙漠去菲斯时身无分文却分外轻松如同记忆深刻的某个童年下午那场旅行也一直难以忘怀Tourists are those who think of home as soon as they arrive. We are travelers.驼帮帮主有一双动人的北非眼睛让我想到Magreb国家的人夸人总说你有一对美丽的眼睛是啊他们还能看得到别的什么呢
“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life
Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well.How many times will you remember an afternoon of your childhood. How many times will you watch the moon rise? And yet it all seems limitless.