The first time I saw the desert was a moment I will never forget. I had read and heard a lot about it, but nothing could have prepared me for the emotions that I felt when I saw the golden ocean with my own eyes.
I stood there for quite some time, once again in awe of nature. I looked at the Sahara Desert, and I felt a longing that didn’t make any sense at the time; I felt an uprising inside me that seemed to come out of nowhere.
And there’s silent storm inside me
Looking for a home
I hope that someone’s gonna find me
And say that I belong
I started running like a little kid; run and slid up and down the sand dunes until I couldn’t breathe anymore. I finally stopped, dropped down on the ground and just lay there in the warm sand. After a while, I got up, looked around, and I felt calm and happy.
The other travelers looked at me. I could see it in their faces, they didn’t understand and how could they? I couldn’t explain it either. Why would I, the farm girl, who was raised in the Austrian Alps, feel so overwhelmed by the endless desert? Why did I feel at home, at a place so far from home?
I had felt it all my life; there is a silent storm hidden inside me; it’s a longing that I could never explain. A yearning to find the one place that would feel like coming home.
I carried the silent storm with me for a few more years, until I found where I belonged and it left me with a beautiful calmness.