Anne felt so peaceful as she laid next to that stranger Bedouin under that big carob tree on their hike route. They were laying on a tattered carpet, which Salem, their tourist guide, brought last year in a hike with a Swedish group. He likes sitting there, overlooking the Lake of the Galilee, every time he passes by on his tours up to Nazareth.
She was looking up at the serene sky and sighed out of joy and moved closer to Salem. She didn't know how she felt then, such a strange experience for her; so sad, so happy, about to cry or to giggle, a kind of a vacant soul like a hermit full of God's celestial love, a kind of mysterious lascivious lust filled her body and hungry heart. She felt a sweeping love and lust that can't be quenched, a twitching feeling of nothingness like being naked nowhere in the steamy heat of sun.
She looked lovingly toward that stranger laying next to her, whom she didn't know but last night for the first time; he was lying on his back still putting his backpack on with his tanned athletic body. She moved closer till she touched his strong muscled hand and felt safer as she remembered how he held her with one hand to lift her on his broad shoulders and walk along with the group that morning.
She liked riding his shoulders as she felt her twitching thing over his neck and played with his long hair. He told her that it is a Bedouin tradition to have a long hair as she felt his mounting chest moves up and down, and she cherished his broad shoulders and felt a sweeping desire to hug him. She remembered when she was a little child how she used to cling to her father's neck and smiled at that childish thought.
She sat up now, leaning on his flat but sturdy belly and looked down in the steep valley but there was no trace or sound of the group. She then looked at the glistening lake on that hot day. She rummaged around the open nature dreamingly and noticed no trace of modern life and felt as if they both were cut off from the whole world; two, a young man and a girl living a solitude life in the hills of Galilee. She remembered Jesus and the ancient folk and how they were living here, how they were singing joyfully while ploughed their fields, how they were walking these winding roads among the charming orchards and cliffy hills.
She was about to cry and wash her thirsty soul with hot tears as she watched the yellowish hills of Herodes when she saw a big cave at the opposite hill. She gazed at the cave and felt a hot tear fall from her childish cheek, and as if she saw Jesus at the mouth of the cave waving his hands, breaching his flowers who were hundreds standing and looking at him. She felt like crying but turned to her stranger mate saying: "I love you Salem." And turned over to burry her face in his chest and burst in tears.
