it wakes up, but unlike the previous experiments, it is not in the subway. After the night in the mountains, he has maintained the continuity of this new present that welcomes him, multiplying his sensations. He continues to inhabit the time loop opened by the musical fragments that his new memory has stored, momentarily escaping the control of the scientists, although he knows that it is only a matter of time

he feels a wave of frequencies vibrating above the sound, it is the light of dawn in Almonaster la Real, Huelva. The sky clears and his left hand strikes a tambourine; it is the ringing of dawn to awaken the group. With each beat and vibration, the frequencies drop military and religious memories between the wooden hoops of the instrument. The morning grows and boys and girls in a circle play with their hands on an improvised table: Pimpineja

circles. Squares. The waves of low frequencies convey to you how tambourines were used by women in the ancient Mediterranean and the Near East to accompany ritual music: fertility, regeneration. The goatskin of the tambourine becomes square and vibrates westwards, towards the Portuguese Adufe and then southwards, sending waves towards the Arabian Duff. Jota redoubles on his back, the memories are lost out of his field of vision

while his right hand beats the pulse on the tambourine, his left hand holds a Kaval, the traditional flute of the Balkan shepherds. Their lungs fill with a melody whose destiny is to make the sheep eat in the meadow around them, and at the next breath, they breathe in a Serbian flute. The vibrations of the air are reminiscent of the Kāwālā (Arabic: كاوالاor كولة) and the Ney. The Huelva hills merge with the green slopes of Epirus (Greek, Ήπειρος, Épeiros, lit. 'continent'). The group awakens, join hands in a circle and turn against the clock following with their bodies the wail of a Mirologi. He feels how the scientists squeeze time to bring him back, he suffers. But the circle keeps him in this new present that turns against itself

the circle narrows, turns with three other men, to the sun, his name is Vincenzo Gallus. The four voices tune, they sing tenore, polyphony of northern Sardinia. Their mouths harmonize verses by Giovanni Pietro Cubeddu, a Sardinian shepherd and religious poet of the 18th century. When he was blamed for a death in his church, he fled and went into the mountains. Every Sunday he gathered the bandits of the area under an oak tree the four hearts beat at the same tempo, the circle turns to another sister island, and their voices transit to those of five Corsican women building a pastoral polyphony. Blades of grass, the circle settles on the earth

he feels his body being taken over by the scientists, they try to bring him back, to prevent him from experiencing his new present, to lengthen the loop of time opened by the fragments that his memory is now able to hold by intertwining them. His consciousness, resonating on the melody of his childhood, jumps into an interstitial space made of small momentary loops where the scientists do not seem to arrive

_Nahawand (نهاوند) tetrachord sounds, his consciousness turns in space-from Lebanon to Egypt, from the zither, to the psaltery, to the qanun, which in Arabic means "rule, law, principle"-and in time: the space of the zither grows between time loops, becomes a piano, and he, Abdallah Chahine, modifies it in Egypt to play Arabic modes with quarter tones, uniting past and future in a fold. In the 18th century, the martinet is the piece that strikes the strings of a harpsichord, or the clapper of a bell. Historical darkness around him, the sounds do not generate images when going so far back in time, dry blows convulse his body left behind

this new sound consciousness transforms each strike into the spark of something new. It strikes an anvil, sings a hammer, the double bellows of this sonorous forge that composes itself in this material darkness. The sound waves are tempered, he notices a change, free of his body, he can observe the scene of his childhood. Time does not flow, space vibrates. On the seashore he hears the space that the melody had treasured in his memory. He walks through it and enters the water. The memory he had of his own body is diluted and transformed. His consciousness begins to vibrate above 20Khz, a world of frequencies new to him. The light remains on the surface, the sea opens before him with all its depth

the waves that surround him tell him that he is not alone

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