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3am in the morning. The fresh morning breeze spreads throughout the desert. The sky is still dark and the air is soft. The engine of the rusty car growls while rushing towards perhaps the holiest mountain of the region. An hour later, it appears in front of my astonished eyes: the Saint Catherine Monastery followed by the majestic Mount Sinai, which the top is blurry because of the early morning colors. Mohammad was waiting for me. He was born in the area as a Bedouin and is proud of knowing the wadi (valley) like his pocket. It never ceases to impress me, to see him make his way across the dunes and I cannot help picturing us - from the Western World - as diminished living beings who have grown apart from the Earth, from Life. And at this moment, while talking with Mohammad, I got to capture for an instant the true meaning of symplicity, of hapinness. The silent hike was carried out by Moses more than 3 000 years ago, as mentionned in the Bible (3; 1-7). Moses (Moussa in arabic) is also a central figure in judaism and is the most mentionned prophet in the Coran. Approximately 2 280 metres above the clouds, we finally arrive on top of the Mount Sinai where Moses is said to have received the ten commandements by God himself. Mohammad crouches and offers me tea, my favorite hobby in Egypte and more generally in the arab countries. We remain silent, admiring the infinite waves drawn by the moutains.