“The sky of the summer. nights guides us. Sand clouds migrate in reddish-orange billows from the Sahara desert, creating paths that connect with other paths, with other people; creating borders that can be knocked down in just one step.  We wait… we wait for them to arrive. We wait for the journey to commence, for someone to come back, for someone to set off for unknown lands. Waiting sometimes becomes infinite, as infinite as the universe where stars shine is, as infinite as the possibilities in the horizon before a journey are.”