Djadyad by The Framer

Of my fondly remembered youth, few photographs and even fewer friends remain. These scraps survive from a journey to the disputed border territory where is situated the walled oasis town of Djadyad, then under the sway of Gram Moncur and his mercenaries. Linden, my travelling companion, was a spiritual young man
with the appearance of a bandit from a Glauber Rocha movie. 'All things are interrelated,' he would tell me, 'our task is simply to find the true links.' We parted company at Djadyad, while he crossed the border in search of a Bedouin shaman reputed to be naming the grains of the desert sands, I returned to Europe.

 

 

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