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It's November, winter is closing by the northern county in Sudan, by mid October, peasants start to prepare themselves for harsh coming guest, the tide of river Nile standing back as slowly as a retreating army after a massive all-out attack, I woke up once to a cold and dry breeze, it was Monday, shopping day for locals, where all forms of trade and other socializing activities are practiced very typically, in a distorted pattern of "muted capitalism" where one buy himself a pair of cigarettes for a bag of label-tea, and so on. This primitive trade fashion, with all side shows it has, inspires all trespassiners to write about the dazzling nature that keeps a living record of 7000 years of its civilization. A plan was hatched by me and life-time friend: Mr. Mohammed A. Ibrahim, who is a descendent of a tribe that -once upon time- ruled the river Nile, now he and I are making preparations for a grand move into the Nile, at early morning we packed-up, enjoyed a quick breakfast and a hot drink, my fiancee called to inform me of bad cold weather, but weather was at no importance for me, my only thought was crossing the Nile over to eastern bank, bypass the "Q'ab" desert, and talking ferry to reach the goal: Island of Ko'me, the oldest island of the great river. At 10:30 we reached El-Khandag, a medieval town still living, where ruins from all colonial periods can easily be seen, surely they're hard to forget. Minutes later our bus ... To be continued ...