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Graffiti and spells
I often travel for business. My job sends me to all corners of the planet. This time I was in Egypt and I profited of the opportunity to pay a visit to the Pyramids.
Among a group of tourists in a guided tour, I stood in awe in front of the Great one. I could not breathe and part of it was also due to the heat. I sat to rest on one of the large steps at the bottom. While enjoying a cup of mint tea, I was computing in my head the numbers I had read in a book, like ‘The Mysteries of the Pyramids’, figuring out that I was seating on a sixteenth of a cubit near the west end of the pyramid. The Pharaoh himself would address me in deep ceremonial sentences. So this value made my position an ideal one to observe Orion during the solstice. I have to add that my job is pretty technical and I enjoy these speculations. Mystery and science. I occasionally visited sites shrouded in mystery for pleasure and relaxation. I was waiting for something to happen or to be transported in another world of glory. My imagination was running wild as I dreamt how I would cross the galaxy in the company of ancient enlightened aliens. Or something like that.
I had been seating there for one hour when I decided to take a walk around. I crossed the field where the workers’ buildings had once stood. I wandered looking at the walls covered with hieroglyphs. Here and there, there was some funny looking picture but…
