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Windows would appear in buildings more and more as cultures began to spend more time indoors rather than outdoors. Indigenous dwellings rarely have windows but rather vent 'holes'.

The others had already packed their camels. They were heading toward the Red Sea. He had crossed the desert to the Red Sea at least fifty times. The beginning, the most difficult was his favorite. The Danakil Depression lying below sea level was spotted as one of the hottest places on earth. It wasn't the heat he particularly enjoyed, but the vastness of the desert. The contemplation in the emptiness of the landscape. He looked forward to the subtleties when he spotted an animal, a plant or heard the sound of the wind across the sand.

It was at this time when the game was at its best. Sensitivity was heightened. Months in the desert, outside influences would disappear. Each member would be forced to resort to his imagination not just for the game, but for survival in the heat.

They say people revert to primordial life in the desert. Inhibitors weaken and the mind wanders. Visions appear and disappear. The horizon line endless. The caravan crawled along the valley sands like a centipede. They had reached the place void of landmarkings; no trees, shrubs, large boulders, no hills nor mountains in the distance for any point of reference. There was a sense of freedom in it....>