Emis – young, twenty-eight – reached this Syrian harbour in a Tenian ship, his plan to learn the incense trade. But ill during the voyage, he died as soon as he was put ashore. His burial, the poorest possible, took place here. A few hours befor dying he wispered something about «home», about «very old […]

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