Frances Leung
To Douz we came from Djerba which is a resort island reached by direct flight from England. So eager to get to Douz, we didn’t bother ourselves to have a look around the city of Djerba. We proceeded right away with our car northward, granted it was already midnight.
Thousand and million years
Continued from Thousand and Million Years
To Douz we came from Djerba which is a resort island reached by direct flight from England. So eager to get to Douz, we didn’t bother ourselves to have a look around the city of Djerba. We proceeded right away with our car northward, granted it was already midnight.
I didn’t care to look, but a peculiar nocturnal vibe seemed to be seeking me out. Djerba was hooded by the night dark, no street lamps, no apartment lights. On the ground, just low- rise bungalows and sheds loosely standing by each other. They comfortably perch at the thickening of night. In this scarcely lit city, there seemed to be a contest of “who is darker or the darkest?” In this competition of darkness, silhouettes and shadows of all sorts told their stories – weary walkers in Arabic robes hurrying home, carefree loafers in tuck shops making merriments, busy parents on the street urging the sleepless kids home to bed. The blacken outlines of even blacker palm trees swayed in the night breeze. White patches of domes and arches of big and small Islamic mosques awaited with patience for their morning prayers.
