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I was resting in Khatt Ras Al Khaima UAE next to the border with Oman in a resort that is supposed to have a great thermal spring (it is there).  Well Khatt is actually a word that I know to mean a drug that is from a tree or plant that is in use in Yemen and North Africa.  This plant is (as they say) a sister to Cocain.  It is a hyper coffee that keeps you awake and no need for food or many other things.  I was walking from the [DEAD CAT ABOVE] spring (which required me to be with the boys and the girls are in another location, not interesting…) and went to a small supermaket in the middle of nowhere… I saw a very old sign of Coca Cola in an abandoned supermarket and it was very very old.  I was in a land of the unforgotten.  I saw so many plastic bags that had their way with any stick up thing… trees and what ever..   They were everywhere but the real tragedy was that the life of the dates was coming to a real end.  The means of watering the dates in a natural way was over.  You could see that the water that was naturally there not so many years ago was gone.  They now had to dig down so many meters to find what they require for the few palm trees that were able to survive in this very hot climate.  It was very enlightening in a way that I was able to see where the original system of substenance was no longer via I saw in first instance how it developed.

The walk was interesting because I found that there was some problem problem with my attitude about what is successful and what is bad.  I was asking myself that that “is this a dead place” and the answer came back, “what is dead?”.  So I became to understand that what we fiid is not good is based on our own experiences.  The Khatt experience was good  because I understood that what is important is what is in my eyes at the time as good.