I don’t know the
reason of my journey yet but I’ll meet people who will clarify my
Soon I’ll discover that what I’m looking for has many names…
THE FALANG LOOKING FOR THE PHAYA NAGA (MEKONG DRAGON) IN LAOS
Translated by Monica Limonta
Mekong is not so far and I still don’t have any sure news about its dragon, even though the water and mud empire is already spreading everywhere. Actually, the reasons why I’m here are not so clear yet, but I have the feeling that other things will happen. It’s somewhat like dipping the hands into the memory. Who knows how many stories a river can tell, or hide…in this case I have the king of the rivers in front of me!
The ground, motionless, it’s a far cry from it. That which you bury stays there and, if you got good points of reference you would find again your past. The river doesn’t allow it, everything elapses. The memory of the water is wider and unpredictable; what you bury in the muddy bed may unexpectedly re-emerge right when you are there, silent, watching it enchanted.