They abrieron the fins of its noses, nervous and kind. The completely covered man, only let glimpse a small crack to be able to observe his around. For more information see this site: Edward Minskoff. The rider and his mount arrived at the limit of the dune and at heart of the following one was the cause of its nervousness. A people group walked accompanied of his camels and equipment. They dictate the courtesy norms that when being in desert the greeting must go accompanied of hospitality. There same they planted the stores since the night lay down to him above. It was rare not to be with somebody, since the ways, although not marked by anything or by anybody, existed. As if an ancestral memory guided the caravans towards its destiny.
Thus it was happening during several days and they were approached towards the oasis, full stop of its route. Through many years, alliances and commitments in the use of the water and the fruit of the palms of the oasis had settled down. But even so a old one existed in that venerable place to which all resorted when some problem arose. Or to hear of its experience in which it was not known. A day arrived in which the old one reunited to all the travellers of sands. It was at night and only the full star ceiling sheltered to them. It summoned to tell them a secret to them, only by met him.
All respected to the old one because it had given many samples them of his right advice throughout the many years that knew him. It spoke to them thus: – Loved children, brothers. I have seen you grow and I have still followed to you in the sites in which you thought that no longer it reached the view to me. So I create to know as you are really. You are coming to this place to give to drink to your animal and have taken east oasis as full stop from your trip.