24 October 2013
I never thought that I’d be moved by vast desolate lands. But here in the windswept steppes of Khorezm, the seemingly barren lands comes to life: the stubborn little shrubs, the crunch of sand and pottery bits underneath my feet, the whirring howls of winds spinning through the ruins’ narrow crevices. The horizon of the plains touches the skies, the earth and the celestial as one. How can a place be so empty, so plain, so alone, and yet – judging by the number of ruins of old fortresses – so worth protecting, so precious, so full of life all at the same time?
Uzbekistan is a doubly landlocked country. Yet, contrary to what another traveller felt, I don’t feel constricted. Here, the great flat plains is my sea.