A trip to Samarkand by Ruy G. Clavijo
I went at night in Samarkand. Only adiviné bell shades. I dined the local delicacies: unleavened bread without yeast, shaslik or lamb kebab, and bushels of green tea. I stayed at the modest inn for ten dollars Bahodir. I sleep beneath the leafy vines of the courtyard and on waking I walk. The magnificence of the buildings I admire. Not for nothing is a mythical city. I walk around the Registan, square in front of the Grand Mosque, of spectacular beauty and quiet. Just a couple of globetrotting French and some corrupt cops selling to 10 euros for permission to climb the minaret.
It deals with a young. He speaks good English. Study the language in college. In summer he works as a tour guide. I tell him I am only interested in something very specific, a ghost. "Agree", accepts the challenge. "I look for traces of a Spanish ambassador who came here in the fifteenth century" loose. "I seek the spectrum of Gonzalez de Clavijo."
THE GHOST
Uzbekistan is a country and unknown. A nation without history that never was. Since I planted here his real Alexander the Great until the Russians arrived in the nineteenth, can not be said that there was something called Uzbekistan but now intend emparentarlo with the mythical Kingdom of Timor the Great. It was Stalin who drew boundary lines in Central Asia and the inconsistent result awarded the grand title of Soviet Socialist Republics. And so, included in the USSR, Kazakhstan remained hidden semi, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan and Kyrgyzstan. Until the Communist house of cards imploded in 1991 and artificial republics had to take over in a hurry for something they did not know: a state.
Uzbekistan But despite this there is half of our Forgotten Path of the Explorers. And 1403, Rui Gonzalez de Clavijo was sent to Central Asia by Henry III, King of Castile. His goal was to achieve a partnership with Tamerlane to fight the Turks. He went through Rhodes and Constantinople (now Istanbul) before entering the Black Sea and landed in Trabzon (Trabzon); from there continue overland through Iran, Iraq to reach Samarkand on a journey that still intimidated by their hardness and risk. When it came so unexpected passenger in her court, Timor received him with kindness and pomp.
On the wall is a plaque with the name of Rui Gonsales of Klavixo. So it was right after all
The kid will light up eyes. "Yes there is something", said. "A street". "Well", say, "Come on and teach me". We started to walk under a relentless sun and arrived near the Gur Emir mausoleum. I see nothing. The young man certainly. He says the area has changed. I begin to think you are trying to trick me. We came to a wall separating the memorial from a small neighborhood. There is, in an alley of not more than thirty meters. On the wall is a plaque with the name of Rui Gonsales of Klavixo. So it was right after all. Samarkand remember something still more than five hundred years ago he came around for a Spanish.
After the death of Timor, began a period of instability while the heirs divided the empire. The Embassy was a diplomatic failure. But, success was the journey itself. Rui Gonzalez de Clavijo managed to get here, come back and tell. So great feat will survive. His book, Embassy to Tamerlane, is still a great tale of adventure and of course, unsurpassed landmark of medieval literature.
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