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TD

Und warum nicht gleich in Esperanto?

Unu en la mano estas pli bona ol du en la arbetajxo...

Si l'Aborigène a rédigé un I.Q. d'essai, toute la civilisation occidentale serait sans doute qu'il recalé. ~ Stanley Garn

Det ville være en god idé!
"På hilt og haft av Khyber-kniv, og Guds Wondrous navn".

Som holder til temaet i tråden!


TD

OH, EAST is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth!

Rudyard Kipling, The Ballad of East and West.

Men det er crux av brikke:
de har sett hverandre mellom øynene, og der de fant ingen skyld, de har tatt i ed av Brother i blod på leavened bread og salt: de har tatt i ed av Brother i blod på brann og frisk-kuttet gresstorv, på hilt og haft av Khyber-kniv, og Guds Wondrous navn.

TD

This is the Khyber Pass connecting Peshawar and Kabul that Kipling wrote about, the Old Silk Road path for of dozens of invaders raiding India for thousands of years...
nowadays no foreigners use the Pass...they fly...because this route is not safe, never was actually... as I read Kipling, after having lived near Peshawar, different images and memories come to mind, lots of nostalgia..
for example the wondrous horses that were bred there and throughout Afghanistan...very special horses that
were brought in to sleep with their owners at night...and hidden in the Tora Bora caves by day when there were wars and conflicts.
The pride of kings and queens, the Akhai-Teke. The horse is so rare and highly prized that it has become the national emblem of Turkmanistan..and fewer than 3,000 eist in the world today...What distinguishes them is their shimmering metallic-like hair.
When I read Kipling, or dozens of legends from the region, even of Alexander the Great,I imagine them riding these fine horses...and when a horse falls in battle, I always hope it was not one of these...

Oh Shasta
that horse is absolutely gorgeous

My dad drove us in our landrover through the Khyber pass just as dusk fell, some time back in '74. Normally the pass was closed to travellers at nightfall, to disuade bandits. Us two girls were posted on bandit look-out, after Mum bribed the guards with cigarettes and we were the last vehicule through that day.....the history of it all made the hairs on my kneck stand up.

Sheila thanks for sharing that! I always had a few packs of ciggies hidden away for moments like that..
I am delighted to know that someone else here has shared those experiences..
I had a residency visa for Pakistan and so was not quite considered a "foreigner" or a tourist...they seemed to regard me as an odd Pakistani! That kept me saf(er) than average tourist.