We stand on the cliff overlooking the gigantic valley. Our feet firmly rooted on the ground, the strong wind blazing around our necks and ears. As if the valley was singing.
Along a steep cliff I suddenly notice tiny moving dots. Distant bells ring. A soft echo vibrates through the valley, carried by the wind from the necks of their bearers into our ears, distant and weak, yet unmistakable. Sheep, dressed in thick wool, with their rough and beautiful faces, their tenderness and infinite wisdom graze the dry bushes.
A few hundred metres away a dinosaur-like creature moves through the bushes across the dust. Its leathery skin bends and stretches as the eyes scan the surrounding environment to the right and left.
A calm floods me. Over the years, the water has designed playful models, sometimes smooth, sometimes harsh; the sun draws the edges.
Wadi Dana is a rocky valley that stretches down into a wide mountainous region. A mosaic of light beige, dark brown and mud red patterns, forms and lines. Water has carved far reaching lines into the hills.