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Novels
GHOMARI
BOOK I
The first inhabitants of the area were simple donkeysellers, this was the only animal they were left with, maybe in the hope they wouldn’t survive the desert, or escape form it. Against all odds, the first donkeysellers became a tribe which later became a small village. The village became a small town, and when it gained enough interest, it turned into the the Great Ghomari Town. Hidden from all maps, an ancient desert village with mesmerising green gardens. Surrounded by high walls to protect from winds and storms, its people never dreamed of leaving. For the open desert enclosing it, would be certain death. Ruled by the Great Ghomari Family who resided in the Grand Palace, the town was a green paradise inside an infinite dry hell. But it was build on a lie: a lie which grew to become a truth for its inhabitants. For some it was life itself. For others, the last refuge from another life… until the last crossing revealed its true identity.
Short Stories
The Garden of Dreams
Old Fernando Sáles had been the gardener of the Van Der Haar Castle estate for 35 years. A relatively easy research on his accessible accounts, states that he was born in Peru, 1928, and emigrated at the age of 45, until he reached Europe shortly after. The account of his full travels before that, are not clear, but from that information onwards, documents provide nothing. As a matter of facts, like my young assistant Johansen put it in uncomplicated words, in Europe Mr Sáles was a ghost.
RESET
Mike was sill deciding if he had really lived to see the day he would carry the mission he had been recruited for 12 years ago. Or if this was just his mind playing dreamlike tricks on something that has been deemed impossible in a lifetime. Nevertheless, occasion found him well prepared, and he sat on what would unmistakably be the right place to meet the guy who would reset the world.
100 Years From Now
Letter to a future grandson.
To my best hope these words are crossing a short amount of space between an inked piece of paper and your eyes, in which case I know for certain that you’d understand at least a portion of the emotional efforts put into my writing. But perhaps this letter has appeared to you on a transparent digital screen, regrettably too close to your eyes to have any important distance, in which case I urge you to try connect any emotional reaction happening inside of you as you read. But if this letter has appeared instantly in your imagination and you have so suddenly received the precise knowledge of it, word by word, without the need to read it any where… come look for me.
2 Donkeys
and a Camel
Dreams are the first step on an endless journey.
Up on that cliff, when I saved my friend. I saw the ocean, and I saw the camel, far in the horizon. I got a good glimpse of it, and it made me happy for a moment. But when we descended down to the old ruins, a sad realisation availed. Sure the camel was right there, I could see how to get it. But the desert behind me had been unpredictable. I realised there are more journeys and adventures waiting for us. People to meet. Places to discover. The desert changed me. The camel would have been the end of the journey.
THE POD
The best way to picture it, is to imagine a big silver shiny rock in the middle of Rome: that contrast of old and future. But the old, is what stayed. The future didn’t fit in this world. Not yet. And if you are really wondering, the answer is no. The Pods did not alter in the slightest our technological reality. That’s how the pods exist. A singular glimpse of alien technology, in a world that has yet to catch up to it. The biggest mystery we have, given to the people like an everyday object.