Aksum. On the border with Eritrea. City of the Queen of Sheba. Church of the Ark of the Covenant. The returned Obelisk. In Aksum, myth and reality are hopelessly intricated for worst.I hate Aksum.I didn’t know why. I went there for a restituted 150 tons of stone obelisk. Its presence was just reminding its absence and the vanishing sense of history. Time’s lost in Aksum.Time belongs to the past, to the thickness of history. Past, present and future are disconnected. Time is on exile. Exile is a romance. This what I found in Aksum.
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