Simply, it does not have an end. It is the most distant and imprecise horizon I have ever observed. I look at it again… I appreciate with relative clarity the lines that mark the end of the enormous green plain on which my feet are planted. And a little higher, I also distinguish the layout that marks the separation between the silhouette of the highest hills in the background and the sky. And between those two lines, confusion.
I strain my eyes to try to distinguish what is there. I can appreciate, almost imagine, another series of threads that seem to testify to the presence of other intermediate mountains, lower and before the final layout. About, up to six water stains splash that strip, maybe small lakes, perhaps mighty torrents. I am aware of the presence of a road, for which we have arrived, but it is not perceived from the position I am in. The nuance of the different colors is faint, and its whole could be defined in the same way as a greenish-brownish blue, as a bluish-brown green or as a bluish-greenish brown.
I can see with relative clarity the lines that mark the end of the enormous green plain.
I start walking towards the mountains. The steppe is home to an irregular mix of spiny, pale weeds and small plants., the latter with a height that ranges between that of the ankle and that of the knee and presenting a darker and more intense green. The road demands attention, in addition to the vegetation, by the numerous burrows of small animals, probably voles or moles.
About a hundred meters away I find a winding stream; I look for the narrowest point with the most solid land and ford it. I keep moving forward, and I notice how each step I take causes two or three insects to jump into the air., in an insignificant way, They were on earth before my move. After advancing a few minutes, I turn around.
Every step I take causes two or three insects to jump into the air.
The place where we are going to spend the night already appears somewhat distant. My travel companions are tiny dots in the distance. La yurta, something older, It is the only thing that breaks the harmony in the landscape. I orient myself again towards the place I was initially going to.. Towards that side, On the contrary, I note that, despite having already walked about half a kilometer, I don't seem to have gotten anywhere near the mountains.. Distances are imprecise and relative in the infinite horizon that I have before me.
A distant engine noise appears, annoying, in the overwhelming silence that overwhelms almost the entire non-place. For some time now, the herding work is carried out on a motorcycle, besides on a horse, and that is probably the reason for the presence of the occasional stimulus. I decide to continue walking a bit. The ground has changed, and the now more abundant sand makes moving forward increasingly difficult. Now yes, I decide to stop the march.
A distant engine noise appears, annoying, in the overwhelming silence that overwhelms almost the entire non-place
I start the way back. It is a journey in which I travel, absorbed, in the relativity of what human beings need to live. Even the elements that help achieve what in the West we call quality of life. And I am aware that several, if not all the things that surround me at that precise moment, They help a lot in that sense.
At the height of the stream I am surprised by the sound of the still distant trot of a horse.. I waste a few seconds trying to discern the exact place where I crossed the flow before., which now seems less obvious to me. Once on the other side of the trickle of water, I stop to witness the passage of the group of animals, about forty copies, significantly smaller in size than its counterparts in our country. The coat ranges from brown to white., with different intermediate tones.
On the way back I run, absorbed, in the relativity of what human beings need to live
According to the information we have, they are not wild, although appearances dictate the opposite. No human being accompanies them. They stop to drink at the stream, and they continue. The trot, spirited in the case of some of them, tiresome in the majority, It soon turns them into one more element that helps shape the horizon.. Only they know which part of the infinite horizon they are heading to..
