Asfar the city of mud

If a stranger looked down from the rooftops of the mud houses after sunrise today; he would think that a flock of doves had landed on the wet sands of the coast. Neck stretched towards the blue horizon, and eyes searching ahead for something coming from afar. However, the Dira knows of no crows except solitary ones, not flocks, sneaking into the merchant ships anchored in Indian ports, and slipping between spice bags, grains, and tea, traveling with the ships in their voyage to the Dira, finding themselves strange infiltrators in foreign lands. And they stay on the eastern coast for months, seeking the sailing of the merchant ships back to India. There are no crows in the Dira. Only a few crows. Number of pages: 864 pages for the two parts