Journal of one month trip in China, 2012, Kashgar , Tashgurkan and the Karakorum Highway

The morning in Kashgar is made of doves diving into the trees, people walking fast to the first prayer of the day, uighur chattering. Next to the Mosque a tea house is invaded by people celebrating a newborn or a wedding or who knows what, while smiling musicians walk the guests gently into the dawn, which as everybody that has ever gone to a party or stayed up all night knows well, is a much more terrifying transition than the day into the dusk (kids scared of the dark don’t know anything, not yet).

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