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Bikes and Cultures                                                                                                                                  Stories Al-Batin الباطن She heard the noise when the teapot was still falling before shattering into a thousand pieces. It crumbled in a big bang of small ceramic bits scattered on the kitchen floor (months later she was still finding many blue and white pieces hidden in every corner of the kitchen). It has been a wedding gift from her first boyfriend and she was sorry. ...

Bikes and Cultures                                                                                                                                  Stories Al-Mumit المميت   The corpses usually vanished forever. The corpses were thrown into old cemeteries, under existing graves, never to be found. The corpses were heaved into the middle of the sea from helicopters. The corpses were dismembered and burnt... What there was from the start was the great silence . [1]     Late November, riding on a path south of Granada. A cold, sunny morning under the intensely blue Andalusian sky. On the way back I decide to take the old road to Almuñécar, on the Medi...

Bikes and Cultures                                                                                                                                  Stories   Al-Kabir الكبير Reciting the names of Allah while riding this lonely cycleway along the green shores of River Po, northern Italy. A gorgeous springtime morning. No one else here except for the chirping birds and leaves dancing on the trees. Completely flat surface of the Pianura Padana, well-cared paved paths, a sunny line on the horizon. The wind on my fa...