Postby Somali2003 » Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:07 pm
Saxib, Bosaaso is our land and had been before. No question about that.
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"Our last passenger, whose destination is the port of Bosaso in Warsangeli country, brings with her the scent of household incense, which fills the vehicle. The land of Pount. It is difficult to wax lyrical while our car jolts along chaotic roads out of the center of town under reconstruction, then out into the suburbs skimmed by vultures where whole neighborhoods still lie in rubble. But in spite of the ruins and the reinforced concrete of the urban landscape, nostalgia settles in. The Land of Pount represents that mythology with which Uncle William Syad filled our ears; this was the name the Egyptian Pharaohs gave to the shores of the Horn of Africa where their feluccas came to trade in aromatic gum. The region of Erigavo recently resumed the export of incense, which had been brutally interrupted by the civil war, and the "Cape of Aromatics" can now legitimately reclaim its true appellation. "Nostalgia has no archives, at best some relics," said Vladimir Jankélévitch. Let us classify the incense burners crammed with "cuud" among these relics, along with the family saga handed down by Syad, to which we shall return when we arrive at Las Anod."
By Erouart-Siad, Patrick