like an island in our memory or a figment of our imagination, is
connected by a narrow walkway to reality and to the surrounding
countryside; it takes us far away, not so much in distance as in
There is a feeling that one is leaving the real world, and this
filling becomes stronger after entering the ancient city gate, standing
guard over a sheer drop between the remains of two houses with thir
windows opened wide over the emptiness.
One almost has the impression that this gate opens into a supernatural
world, surviving in another dimension.