Luxury is
something different for all of us; here in Egypt it might signify that a family
gets hold of enough food every day. For others, to allow themselves to eat meat
once per week, to send their children to a good school or to wear a new jacket
on feast days.
Luxury
might connote going on a two-weeks-holiday to Rimini once a year, to own a car
or to call a yacht one’s own.
Those
managers, housewives and other highly committed citizens, who rush from date to
date, quickly do their shopping after work, hurry to the gym in order to be at
home just in time for the late news, set
their alarm clock for 6am so that they can continue to hurry next morning… All
those might declare “having time” as their luxury.
For me, it
means to do something at that moment when I feel like doing it. This has really
become a luxury good in our consumption stricken affluent society. It’s kind of
a liberty that we hardly grant ourselves.
Yet, there
is something even rarer to find in the era of technology:
Utter
silence
Where can
it still be found? Far away from civilization, i.e. on top of a mountain peak.
In the sea. In the desert.
I’ve missed
this absolute silence since I lost the mountains in the Alps. Here in the
desert, I’ve found it again for a moment. To halt… amidst this infinite
vastness… to stay motionlessly… to breathe deeply and listen. To listen and
take in the absolute quiet: it was a wonderful experience.
I was
surprised about the vastness: I underestimated the distance between the Sea and
the first rocks of the Red Sea Mountains. In fact, the sand plain extends up to
40 km into the West, before reaching the black, light grey and pink rocks – far
enough from the noise of the civilisation.
The one who
thinks he will be ready for the uncertainties of the mountains or the desert,
just because he can afford the up-to-the-minute brands and technical
achievements, might be deceived. Just remember the numerous avalanche victims
of this winter. Owning a Barryvox doesn’t protect you from an avalanche or the
avalanche death! Just as little as one doesn’t climb a mountain off-handedly,
one doesn’t enter the desert off-handedly. Some experience, reason and
prudence are necessary in order to be able to face unwelcomed surprises or life-threatening
conditions. It is recommendable to engage a specialist, a mountain guide in the
mountains and a desert fox :) in the desert.
My long
cycling trips on scarcely used highways bestow me somehow with this silence.
Yet I felt happier on a mountain bike on the sand tracks (although it does need
some stamina)! Hence, just because I was further away from civilization and
because there was no sound at all. Just silence.
My luxury.