Raul D.
Google
If you have to assign a colour to Uzbekistan, it would have to be blue.
There’s blue everywhere: in the tiles that adorn its madrasahs, mosques and mausoleums, in the intricate geometric patterns that inhabit the walls of its homes, restaurants, parks, train stations and public buildings, and in the sky above where it’s just blue, blue, blue. Blue everywhere.
It is a reminder of where Uzbekistan is in the world: in Middle Earth, where civilization began, where East meets West, where empires collide and die.
There’s one place here that is as mythical as El Derodo, Xanadu and Neverland: Samarkand.
It is an ancient place that has had many names. It has witnessed many wars, and given birth to many of the world’s greatest wonders, among them Ulugh Bek’s great observatory and his star catalogue.
Samarkand was the nexus through which all the tributaries of the ancient Silk Road converged.
Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan marched their glorious armies here on their way to conquer the world.
Millions have died in its fertile valley, their souls now haunting its low mountain ridges, its orchards and vineyards, under the harsh desert light.
It has existed since the dawn of civilization, and it continues to thrive, still a calm oasis in a region where war is always just a border away.