June 27, 2021 A couple of young friends explore the breathtaking Dojanga and find perfect beauty, stillness and solitude in the heart of Kamrat The sunlight came through the cloud in patches. I began to run again. I looked everywhere; I tried to remember everything. I was running every night that summer, more than four miles at a time. When I finished, I stretched my legs in front of our house. An empty street, this would be late at night, the air like a weight pressing on my lungs. I looked at the traffic. I had never been in better shape. I massaged my ankles and spoke to them.