I have the pictures ready with the bedouins, but I’m very hungry. Won’t you mind and don’t get angry if I post these a little later? Some may ask themselves what the interest, but there is. It is a fact that confluent researches do confuse me with a schizoid marsman with psychopathetic tendencies and thus I’m obliged to give proofs. There my sheep, and millioner (in drachma) Xristos Kakarantzas, and evident proof of two little trips on foot through the desert and other climatological disturbances (one from Paris and the other from Ramses to Jerusalem.) Ah, I really don’t boast with acquaintances. You’ll see daughter Catroux on one of the pictures. Not my fault if she went walking from Istanbul to Jerusalem under … my responsibility!