“Samira, she said again, this time audibly but with a low voice, as she smiled faintly at herself in the mirror. Katarina had picked the name from a shop that sold crystal vases. Samira. It had been a spontaneous whim which in an instant had become her new truth. A truth whose shielding falsehood Sherif might now be able to threaten. She detached her eyes from her face in the mirror and looked down into her coffee cup, the untouched milk foam reached slightly above the rim. The reflection of her camera next to the cup was a proof that she was now a photographer.” Chapter 4, Caught
The journey through Like Two Rivers
“You and I are like two rivers running for the same ocean, when we meet, we are lost forever”.
In this novel, a long journey through confusion towards clarity is described. As it moves through both time and space, it takes you from Parisian suburbs and Copenhagen hipster town, through eighties Istanbul, pre-war Aleppo, and bohemian Cairo, to old Bucharest, and up into the timeless hidden valleys of the Himalaya… and further
Among the dramatically different characters, we meet: a French speaking lovesick philosopher, a wealthy gay esoteric Egyptian, a clear-eyed boy orphaned by a drone, a sharp Turkish-Italian gallerist, a charming pot smoking painter, and a beautiful but lost Parisian girl.
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Chapter 0. The Source. In this first chapter we meet the Himalayan hermit Babaji, seen through the eyes of Gabriel, an overwhelmed young traveler.
It was spring and a cold, ceaseless rain fell for three days, melting away the remains of the snow that also surrounded the temple and the pool by the hot spring. Throughout the winter, Babaji had, with a pick axe, fought against the might of the elements. Everyone else had taken shelter below, in the villages of the narrow valley. But not Babaji. In solitude, he had watched the slow spirals of the falling snow and his mind settle.
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