I see the sun set over the chain of mountains along the most famous one, fielkoh (the elephant mountain). The tops submerged in clouds and mist. A few orange and magenta rays shine through the mountaintops and the clouds upon this large empty field which stretches from the foot of the mountain right to mine.

At least hundred men and boys entertain themselves with darya, armoenia and tabla (musical instruments) and half of them is playing soccer with no clearly distinguishable teams. Dressed in pirhan tanban and barefoot they all run across this orange lit field of dried grass and dirt. The joy and pleasure can not only be heard from their voices but also be read from their faces and felt by their radiant beings.

I stand there looking at this magical and heavenly sight and hurry to my camera in an attempt to capture this moment. To capture this feeling. I take the cap off the lens and look through the viewfinder upon this scene. And even before I find the shutterrelease button by touch, I know, not think but KNOW, that I am destined to fail.

I take several pictures which I know will dissappoint me later and put away my camera. I submerge myself in this moment and elongate it untill the final rays have dissappeared behind the chain of mountains.

I put away my camera. Take off my pattu and put it back on over my head covering my hair and half my face and walk away.

I envy them their happiness! The only thing that matters in life and the only thing I lack!