“If you go to Danakil seeking adventures, you will not be able to go beyond your own shallowness. Which will appear unbearable even to you. The white-hot sun, the indifference of the Afars, the monotony of a desert devoid of colors will make you feel naked and helpless. And your balance, both mental and physical, will be in danger of going into pieces. You have to be able to defend yourself in the Danakil. You have to show, especially to yourself, to have a soul of a poet. The ones who venture to go to the Danakil do it to change their point of view.” From the book “Dancalia, camminando sul fondo di un mare scomparso” by Andrea Semplici, Ed. Terre di Mezzo. Endless stretches of salt, lakes with psychedelic colors and active volcanoes: this land, which is constantly changing, is heaven and hell together – an ancestral place where you can still watch the phenomena that gave rise to the world. Located in the northern part of the Afar’s Triangle, which takes its name from the nomadic people who live there, the vast Danakil depression is the place where the constantly expanding of three tectonic plates join together, close to the border area among Ethiopia, Eritrea and Djibouti. This land made of re, salt and lava close to the Rift Valley – the long breach that bisects the continent – is a ghost ocean. It is from the retreat of the sea, evaporated twenty- thousand years ago, that the Danakil has gained its peculiarity: to be a spread of evaporitic rocks that gives rise to the Great Plain of Salt – a desert which stretches for about 600 kilometers. This is one of the most vulnerable places of our world: the re is just below our feet, ve kilometers away. There is a crust that is subjected to stresses of all kinds, a part of the planet where you feel the throbbing heart of the Earth. In this vast plain, the Afars’ huts built with mud and twigs appear like a mirage. These nomads, who are mainly devoted to the extraction of minerals, live in one of the most inhospitable places on earth, the hottest inhabited place in the world, with very little vegetation and temperatures that can reach 120°F degrees. The Afar people seem to have appeared from nowhere. They have kept a strong identity without having a testimony to their story. Their economy was, and is, precarious. They are nomads struggling with the hostility of the climate. They have adapted to survive in a harsh and impossible land.

25x25cm
120€