Please don’t get the wrong idea when I say “live with.”  I don’t live in a tent with flaps in the doors (so the sandstorms don’t blow in) and oriental carpets on the sand, sharing my fire with my husband and two horses, all of us within kicking range—although I’ve read about desert nomads who do something similar.  Is the world still empty enough that nomads live in it who have no true home, just the horses they ride and the folded tents those horses (or maybe they have camels, too) carry? Continue reading →