Nachiket and I are meeting after years, perhaps the first time after school. But the passage of time seems insignificant as we sit on the promenade in Tunis, watching a string of illuminated ships decorating the horizon like a necklace. Our meeting here is purely accidental, as I am on vacation in Tunisia and Nachiket, a wandering sailor. As I listen to his tales of sea devils and fairies, I explore a land, which is alien to me and yet is familiar, as I speak the local language.

The ruins of a Roman Amphitheatre at El-Jem