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To Dilmun, the Land of Noah
        decapitated date palms, I began to look upon these misery
        surroundings with other eyes. This had to be Dilmun. But, admit
        ting this, it was the land recorded by the Sumerians as t e on
        abode of their early ancestors, the home of Ziusudra, the venerated
        priest-king praised as the one who by his ship had given eterna 1 c
        to mankind - the culture hero later borrowed as their own by the
        Babylonians, Assyrians and possibly the Hittites with the name of
        Utu-nipishtim. The same important personage who finally found
        his way into the teachings of Hebrews, Christians and Moslems as
        Noah.
          What an amazing thought: here I was, probably sitting on top ofa
        mountainous burial mound overlooking the land of Noah. Perhaps
        this very mound was the burial mound of Ziusudra. It seemed to be
        the biggest. According to Sumerian texts Ziusudra never left
        Dilmun, alias Bahrain. It was his descendants that finally came to
        Sumer. If he ever existed, he would probably be buried in one of
        these giant mounds. Who could tell. Perhaps I was really sitting on
        the tomb of Noah.
          The idea was not all that crazy. Noah, no. For Noah was only a
        dressed-up version of Ziusudra. No one landed here with a floating
        zoo. But Ziusudra was a very real person to the Sumerians in their
        time. He brought only domesticated cattle and sheep on board, and
        their bones are found from that early period both on this island and
        in Ur. Ziusudra never returned to his birthplace at Shuruppak on
        the Euphrates, his tomb logically had to be one of those left in
        Dilmun.
           It would be foolish of us today to underestimate the early
        Sumerians just because they lived five thousand years before our
        time, when the world at large was peopled by savages. They were
        not illiterate. From them we learnt to write. They were not stupid.
         From them we got the wheel, the art of forging metals, of building
        arches, of weaving cloth, of hoisting sail, of sowing our fields and
        baking our bread. They gave us our domesticated animals. They
        invented units for weight, length, area, volume, and instruments to
         measure it all. They initiated real mathematics, made exact
         astronomical observations, kept track of time, devised a calendar
         system and recorded genealogies. When they spoke of Dilmun,
         Makan and Meluhha they knew where these places were; they were
         well at home in geography. How else could they know where to
         travel to locate copper, gold, lapis lazuli, carnelian, alabaster and the
         great many other materials precious to them, unknown locally, and
         yet firmly imbedded in their material culture? History was to them
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