07/08/2018
Minigolf
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The mysterious island
Morning light dawns up. The sky turns reddish. In the distance voices can be heard. In a language that I find strange, that I can't classify. But the voices sound friendly.
Not far from me, there are shilouettes of the talking. Men and women in peculiar garments.
The curiosity seized me, I come from the simple hut, in which I had spent the night and approach the group.
I'm noticed and an older woman comes smiling at me. With inviting gesture.
Suddenly I understand what she's saying. There is talk of scents and spices, which I should look at and sniff.
I would be happy to come back to the offer. Come even closer and see that the small group is preparing for a market day. Bags with the strangest and rarest roots, herbs and flowers are filled and prepared. Pack mules are waiting patiently. I look at the contents bag by bag, dip my nose into the opening. One contains sandalwood shavings, wonderfully soft-woody smelling.
Another one has nutmeg inside, the strong scent bewitches me and me with that of wood.
Again another sack has cloves buds as content. Herb, spicy and inimitable is its aroma.
I can also see rose petals in one of the bags.
Someone asks me which of these ingredients I should use to make a perfume.
Somewhat surprised, but happy I answer: "There are sooo many things here that I can't decide!"-----" That's not a problem," says the woman I talked to first. "I already know what you want"... she whispers and smiles mysteriously. "We're here in Zanzibar..." she says. "Wishes come true..." and hurries away. Call out to me: "In three hours at the same place... until then, have fun..."
After a long walk on the beach I return as indicated. The woman is there as promised, hands me a simple glass bottle with a shimmering golden liquid in it. A trial sniff...
The scent "caught" me.
"Zanzibar" she whispers happily and turns to go...
"Thank you very much!!!!!!" i call out to her enthusiastically before I move on to my everyday life.
Not far from me, there are shilouettes of the talking. Men and women in peculiar garments.
The curiosity seized me, I come from the simple hut, in which I had spent the night and approach the group.
I'm noticed and an older woman comes smiling at me. With inviting gesture.
Suddenly I understand what she's saying. There is talk of scents and spices, which I should look at and sniff.
I would be happy to come back to the offer. Come even closer and see that the small group is preparing for a market day. Bags with the strangest and rarest roots, herbs and flowers are filled and prepared. Pack mules are waiting patiently. I look at the contents bag by bag, dip my nose into the opening. One contains sandalwood shavings, wonderfully soft-woody smelling.
Another one has nutmeg inside, the strong scent bewitches me and me with that of wood.
Again another sack has cloves buds as content. Herb, spicy and inimitable is its aroma.
I can also see rose petals in one of the bags.
Someone asks me which of these ingredients I should use to make a perfume.
Somewhat surprised, but happy I answer: "There are sooo many things here that I can't decide!"-----" That's not a problem," says the woman I talked to first. "I already know what you want"... she whispers and smiles mysteriously. "We're here in Zanzibar..." she says. "Wishes come true..." and hurries away. Call out to me: "In three hours at the same place... until then, have fun..."
After a long walk on the beach I return as indicated. The woman is there as promised, hands me a simple glass bottle with a shimmering golden liquid in it. A trial sniff...
The scent "caught" me.
"Zanzibar" she whispers happily and turns to go...
"Thank you very much!!!!!!" i call out to her enthusiastically before I move on to my everyday life.
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