tiny memories of the east

of barbican and ethanol that we took out to the desert while the others danced back in

 

covering them with black plastic to keep them 

after 2 weeks of awe something back

(... Fragments prompted by a DVD I received in the post - and out of the blue - from an old colleague, Kammy Darweish, of a Middle-and-Far Eastern tour from 18 months back... and by the little photos from the old phone. Ta, Kammy.)