Book: Inshallah

Clerve again felt mysteriously raised above the life, like past and future, suddenly cut off, had disappeared, the force of gravity disappeared, and everything was the same strangely familiar. Tents, and thorn bushes, the caravan on the horizon, murmur of the Arabs in the tent, the hare at his feet, cactus with red speckles, before which he squatted, if all this that had happened. Klanfa came to his senses: he first came here and had never been in a similar place, but the feeling is still not passed. In Clerve growing feeling that a fateful relationship. Maybe the door opened, which until now was locked? Or lifted the veil of existence, revealing the foundations of the universe? Collapsed spell? Completed some kind of circle? But once all this has been. The Indians sometimes told strange legends...