‘This trail’ seemed to be pre knowledge from somewhere else. An embodied knowledge that I take with me everywhere. A prejudice if you like, of association. This didn’t mesh with my current surroundings. This miscommunication in a blind language is one that is additional to the obvious one in spoken language, culture and customs. This blind language is more abstract, a miscommunication in shapes. An automatic language that is read unknowingly, in which I know how to be mobile in a place and where I can place my understanding of things. In Khartoum this reliance on an ease with the synthesis between me and the ‘landscape’ could not happen. My mind was decoding objects before me in Khartoum to the code of the object in my familiar surrounding back home in my personal history.