I felt minimal. I am that point that is seen in the distance. I started walking between the dunes without knowing where to go. I wanted to approach the sea, that seemed close, With its blue tone and that tongue of sand that twisted between its waves. It wasn't, It was very far, I meditated when two wind leagues had already walked. But there was no return to back, It was only climbing to the top of the next dune, and try to see how wide was the sea and if possible on the horizon. There was no one there. We were alone. My friends had stayed behind. There was too much space to bother us.
I just wanted to be alone to enjoy that, retain it. I returned exhausted and happy, self -conscious about an uncertain scenario, and Tom, an American who was traveling through Namibia and joining our group in that excursion, He taught me several photos that had taken me. One is this. Taking a beer together he told me: "Give me your email and I send them to you". If of, convinced that he would not be done because he would forget. The euphoria of casual encounters is usually faded. A month later he did. He sent me several photos of that day in Harbor sandwich where I understood that the ground can be bigger than the sky.
Photo: Tom Miller
