00:09Hello everyone, today I'm taking you to Iran, to the island of Kechm and to
00:14the Strait of Hormuz, in the heart of the Persian Gulf.
00:17It tells stories of sea djinns, wonders hidden in caves, and places where fishermen
00:23They leave offerings to ward off bad luck.
00:26This trip isn't strictly mine; I didn't experience these things. It's a
00:31An Iranian friend told me about it, and her story resonates like a thread that unites our worlds, our knowledge,
00:37our collective memories.
00:39From the first salty breezes that caress my face, I can almost hear the lapping of the breaking waves.
00:47against the cliffs.
00:48I was told that djinns were capricious and playful beings, capable of changing the course of the tides and
00:56to awaken hidden currents.
00:57They like to sneak into caves where the echo turns words and secrets around.
01:03And some days, it is said that they laugh softly, as if they know something that we do not yet know.
01:09I am also told that, if one speaks respectfully and listens attentively, it is possible to glimpse
01:17their presence in the silvery reflections that move on the foam or in the calm that thickens in the middle
01:24wet rocks.
01:25I visualize the caves, the entrance was dark, then arches that let in a blue light, algae that
01:34they glide along the walls and shell deposits which seem to form invisible music when the wind passes.
01:41In these chambers, the ancient fishermen are said to have engraved simple and powerful prayers on damp walls, words that
01:49they still echo when the water flows and our footsteps make a light noise in the sand.
01:55Sometimes, you think you hear bursts of laughter in the distance, voices that don't come from here, as if
02:02The stones had preserved a collective memory.
02:05Sacred places, however, carry a particular temporal dimension.
02:10It is said that the fishermen raise their eyes to the horizon and hold small offering rituals before
02:16to set sail.
02:25These gestures are not merely superstitious; they create a link between man, the sea, and the memory of...
02:33ancestors,
02:33a fragile thread that provides reassurance before departure, a reminder that the ocean carries and protects as much as it can
02:40to be feared.
02:42And then there are those places where time seems suspended, secret coves, rocks that bear...
02:48old brands
02:50traces of prayers that salt has engraved over the centuries.
02:54In the morning, when the sun breaks the horizon and the air becomes bright and clear,
03:00The colors of the caves change, from deep blues to vibrant greens,
03:05reflections that shift from grey to gold, as if the light were telling a story.
03:10I find myself thinking that these places do not belong solely to a physical geography,
03:17but to a geography of breath and memory.
03:22Naturally, all of this is conveyed through the voice of a friend and the voices of our friends who have come from different places.
03:28nationalities
03:30who add their own interpretations and their respect for this coastline.
03:34What I heard, what I imagined, what I left intact in my memory
03:40And what I'm telling you here are the fragile bonds that connect us.
03:44the daily life of the fishermen, the immensity of the gulf, the gentle strangeness of the djinns
03:49and the sacred silence of the caves.
03:52Next up, Keshme Island and the Strait of Hormuz, Persian Gulf.
04:11On the island where the waves whisper secrets, I walk slowly,
04:15that I sell myself like salt and sand that become ingrained under my trembling steps.
04:19The caves hold sounds, traces of ancestors in the foam.
04:22and the gulf, with its silver eyes, climes like a moon that is lighting up.
04:25It is said that the djinns play with the tides, that they know how to whisper to the rocks.
04:32When the day dawned, Keshme Island and the Strait of Hormuz, my heart soared.
04:42Persian Gulf where dreams come true under sail,
04:48between the fishermen's fields and the offerings that fly away.
04:56I am the voice that connects the lands and the sails.
05:01The strait breathes and the boats write lines on the water.
05:05Ancient prayers appear in the sunlight like pale gold ribbons.
05:08Corals and deep blues retain colours that forget time.
05:12And the reflections flicker, telling stories on the wind.
05:15It is said that the djinns play with the tides, that they know how to divert storms.
05:21We listen to them with dignity.
05:25From Keshme and the Strait of Hormuz, my heart soars.
05:32Persian Gulf where dreams come true under sail,
05:38between the fishermen's fields and the offerings that fly away.
05:46I am the voice that connects the lands and the sails.
05:50A simple franc on the sand, foam, fabric, grass.
05:54Footsteps that seek the horizon, prayers that are revealed.
05:57And when water writes on the waves, everything becomes luminous.
06:01A sweet promise, to return again and again to the proud sea.
06:04Keshme Island and the Strait of Hormuz, my heart soars.
06:11Persian Gulf where dreams come true under sail,
06:17between the fishermen's fields and the offerings that fly away.
06:25I am the voice that connects the lands and the sails.
06:30Entertain me with a link that won't disappear,
06:33in the breath of the wind, in the wave that passes over there.
06:37Entertain me with a link that won't disappear,
06:40in the breath of the wind, in the wave that passes over there.
06:44Island of Keshme and the Strait of Hormuz, keep me within you.
06:48I will return to it again and again.
06:52when the world will want to believe in the sea.
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