It is 1675 in Corsica, on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea. Standing on the water's edge, my hair flowing free, my eyes wide open. Far off in the distance before me is the Maghreb; to my left, Greece and the Levant; to my right Spain and the murmur of the ocean. Behind me is continental Europe, the land mass. In my most distant memories, Mesopotamia. Standing at the water’s edge, water creates both distance and proximity.

Let us take to the sea to reach other lands. First the East: clays ground, red ground, travelled and shared by numerous people.
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