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Travelling in Yemen is an experience in world living some centuries ago.
In a few hours you come in places where the time seems to be stopped, where the singing of the muezzin imarks the time of the slow life rhythm, a place where the stress is unknown.
I lost myself between sugar made cities and fairy places which seem to be come out a tale of the "One thousand and one night".
I lost myself between the people, proud of their customs and their story, proud of themselves.
A people who still consider the hospitality an holy thing, |
