LETTERS


Once again, the participants of the third edition of desert therapy wanted to write a few words of good wishes to our new travelers. This wonderful tradition continues to happen naturally. Striking phrases, rich testimonies of sentiment and affection enrich those who write them and also those who receive them.

Finally in the desert, you tireless walkers have a moment of rest, drinking hot tea; finally, in this essential place, simple, where nothing is needed; finally, in this open-air museum; finally, in this colorful kaleidoscope.
In this infinite place, strange things happen that you can't describe, because everything that happens in the desert, stays in the desert…
It enters into your soul, making you love without limits, helping you to rediscover dormant emotions. Iinvisible but protective, it makes you forget that there is another reality. Here, the mind is quiet.
Vitale, embracing, throbbing, sharpening your senses, the sunlight and unobtrusive touch of the sand satisfies you, and then suddenly you realize…..and from that moment you can not do without.
A warm embrace to all, I hope to meet you upon your return and welcome you to the family of DESERT THERAPY
Roberto


Once upon a time there was a little girl named Beige.
Beige and her parents were travelling for several days because they had left Paris and were flying over Africa with their colorful hot-air balloon.
Beige was very happy with this trip, but after many days of flying she was becoming a little bored.
In fact, after a lunch break in Cairo, while they were going farther south, Beige couldn't resist the temptation. She saw beneath her a magical place the color of her name, full of mounds and white pinnacles with shadows from black fossils making the white even more blinding. She could not resist, and while her parents were napping she jumped down into this enchanting place.
Her landing was comfortable because, as usual, she was wearing a balloon dress, filled with lace and bows which worked as a parachute.
Soon, she landed in a place she could never have imagined…it was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen and the ground was so soft and warm it seemed like the puff in the powder jar of her mother.
Meanwhile, the hot-air balloon moved away, leaving a streak of light smoke and the memory of bright colors faded into the amazingly blue sky.
Beige had never been so happy. She was so sure to have found a magical place, she was not afraid.
Around her was the void of silence and the company of nothing.
She felt her steps in the sand and every heartbeat was a new emotion.
She closed her eyes to savor the warmth and the air that crept softly into her breath.
Shortly after she began walking in the direction of the sun, because her orientation teacher had explained that after lunch you should follow the sun directly because before and after you must do some calculations with the shadows.
Luckily she had her little straw hat and sunglasses that she wore when flying in the hot-air balloon.
The joy she felt with every step was stronger than any other emotion. She was not in the least worried that her parents were very concerned when they realized that she had vanished into thin air.
She thought of nothing but happy thoughts and began to sing.
Not far from her a little Fennec kept an eye on her, as it was impossible not to capture all the commotion with his parabola ears. Beige obviously had not noticed the little fellow traveler and obviously had not seen even the great Scarab, a few steps in front of her, who was busy digging a pit.
Beige at that moment was humming a song by the Bee Gees, with her nose in the air, and almost squashed it. Fennec with one sudden jump in front of her, saved his friend from a very unlikely death.
"Hi! You are so beautiful! What's your name? I am Beige" she said.
'I am surely much more Beige than you, and anyways where are you from?' thought Fennec.
Beige felt that with the beings of this magical place, perhaps her words were not understood so she then drew her wonderful smile and let them understand her with gestures.
Fennec pointed to the poor Scarab that was giving her a mean look, glistening of sweat, and told her to be more careful. After that, he turned and motioned for her to follow.
They walked side by side for several minutes, trying to stare at the other without being noticed.
Beige noticed that Fennec was the only thing in this enchanted world that seemed to come from nowhere. He had a small body, agile and light, almost prehensile paws, and lively eyes that she had only seen in her father on certain occasions when he had his special insights. Also, he had a wonderfully tail soft and puffy wonderfully soft and puffy tail, like the hair of her mother when she was at the hairdresser.
Only at that moment, Beige worried about her parents and Fennec seemed to notice this dark thought that crossed the face of his new friend.
Luckily, they were almost there and , as if by magic, from a small hole in the ground, appeared four other small fennecs just like Fennec, but miniature.
Since they were educated, they sat side by side and saluted Beige shyly. After which, they turned to Fennec and went, in turn, to kiss him nose to nose. Beige thought that this must be their way of greeting and hastened to throw herself on all fours and do nose to nose with the whole gang too.
They spent the afternoon drawing in the sand.
About dinner time Fennec motioned to the little ones to stay with their guest and he went away, hopping on his long legs as if they were springs.
When he returned after a short time, he was carrying a hard boiled egg.
Beige was surprised, but since this was a magical place she did not think too much of it.
Fennec made four more laps and each time he came back with a little taste of fabulous, cooked food; one for each of the little ones. On the last lap, he took a meatball for himself.
When they were all settled, they briskly glanced at each other and then began dinner.
How sweet… Fennec had put some berries in the middle of the group and even here, each took their turn.
Beige tasted the juice of the berries, thought it was the most delicious juice and concluded that she had had the most delicious dinner of her young life.
In this place, everything is essential.
In this place, everything is simply joyful because it exists.
With these two thoughts, Beige slept curled up together with the small fennecs while Fennec did a little tour of inspection before returning to them.
The next morning at dawn, there was no more need to sleep.
The sun's energy was so evident she could no longer remain sluggish.
The little fennecs were stretching while Fennec was combing his whiskers and freshening up his ears. Beige rubbed her eyes a bit and ran her fingers over her teeth just to do something.
Immediately after she studied the shadows, and calculated the direction for her journey south. Fennec decided to accompany her until she reached the tracks and then stopped, almost waiting. He pointed his ears and sniffed the air.
It was 8:30. It was almost time.
In fact, shortly after, seemingly from nowhere Beige saw her:; first, her crown and cloth wrapped around her head, then the scepter with which she marked the path decisively yet serene, then the small group of subjects who occasionally accompanied her.
The Queen of the Desert!
Fennec as it appeared, had run away, not to be rude, but because that was his nature and everything in this magical place has to follow its nature.
Beige was now in the right hands, experienced hands that would lead her in the discovery of this marvelous world and could help her understand the richness, and at the same time, the simplicity of this place.
Without words because they were not needed, without questions because they were not useful, without explanation because they are not essential.
Simply because all things in this magical place have their purpose.
"The Desert calls us to it, but only that which is of the Desert remains in the Desert.
This child will end her trip together with her parents and then return to Paris," the queen declared.
And so it was that the Queen of the Desert took Beige back to the tracks where her parents were waiting.
Turning to salute her, Beige saw the Queen, under the intense light of noon, was changing color.
It was not a reflection, it was her, that as a result of the magical place, was blue.
The only woman who was truly blue.
Like the sky, like the sea and like this magical place that is her home.
In the background someone was singing .. toutouneia toutoutnaaa

Anna