ed by nation-states. Madox died because of nations.

    t could not be claimed or o ones, and given a ing names long before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and t. Its caravans, trange rambling feasts and cultures, left not an ember. All of us, even tance, ries. It o landscape. Fire and sand. e left ter came to and touctara, S  my name against suciful names. Erase tions! I aug.

    Still, some ed t dry ercourse, on ties in t of land nort of ted trees o bear ed a tribe to take  a year on tiations. tdid ype of sand dune named after  I ed to erase my name and time er ten years in t, it o slip across borders, not to belong to anyone, to any nation.

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    I forget travel in A-type Ford cars  time large balloon tires knoer on sand, but tand up to stone fields and splinter rocks.

    e leave Kharga on March

    Bermann and I  tten about by illiamson in  make up Zerzura.

    Sout of ted granite massifs rising out of t, and Gebel Kissu. teen miles apart from eacer in several of t Gebel Arkanu are bitter, not drinkable except in an emergency. illiamson said t ed t even one rain oasis in ter-stempt to cross suc, of t ar,  ure. t uries, hs and roads.

    e find jars at Abu Ballas us speaks of such jars.

    Bermann and I talk to a snakelike mysterious old man in tress of El Jof—in tone  once  Senussi sebu, a caravan guide by profession, speaking accented Arabic. Later Bermann says “like ts,” quoting us. e talk to , and  d