Mosylium, coast of Mare Erythreum, July 130
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Mosylium, coast of Mare Erythreum, July 130
Moshe looked at his surrounding and despaired. He was on the roof of a small house crudely made with bricks of raw earth covered with a quick wash of lime, his wife and two children next to him. In that he was fortunate, for many had lost their family in the violent uprisings that targeted the Jews of Egypt. He’d recognized soon enough that they were worse than the usual troubles and left for Myos Hormos with the first caravan he could find, taking all the money he could find, his wife and his kids on this one way trip.
Myos Hormos, a port of the Red Sea, was almost empty for most of the year and he’d had to wait there for the sailing season. His coins stack slowly dwindled but luckily his non Jew associates managed to liquidate some of his assets and send him more money, although he suspected they had taken more than their share of it. While waiting in Myos Hormos he’d seen other Jews arrive, often in worse shape than him. At the end there were around a hundred families waiting for the trade ships to leave Egypt on their annual cruise toward India where they would buy spices and silks from Serica.
Moshe and his family left Myos Hormos with a dozen other families, one for each tribe, looking for a new home in one of the numerous ports alongside the coast. The eldest jews in Myos Hormos had decided that each group leaving the city would be composed of a family of each tribe so that Israël might survive afar while waiting for an opportunity to come back to the promised land once the Romans were finished with their madness. Each group would carry a copy of the sacred texts so that the faith may never die…
The first few ports they had met on their trip looked miserable and set in poor regions where food was hard to grow. Then they’d come to Mosylium and their captain had told them they would have to land now because he was going back to Myos Hormos, despite the fact they had paid for a trip all the way to Muziris in India : he could afford to abandon him given how rich he was going to be with the year’s first batch of incense and how destitute they were...
The twelve families had thus looked for a place to stay in Mosylium, soon deciding to build their own houses next to each other and close to the port, so as to be able to trade more easily. Their houses delimited a small square where goods could eventually be stored if need be, and which they could defend if needed. But they were not sure that much trade existed…
Set on the southern coast of the sinus leading from the arabian gulf to the Erythrean sea, on the coast opposite Arabia Felix, it was mostly a land where pearls were collected on the seabed. The merchants in Myos Hormos had also said that the town exported tortoise shells, some incense and ivory and served as a transit point for bulk exports of Cinammon. Diet seemed to be made of some plants and a lot of goat meat as well as fish. At least it was not pork…
The treacherous merchant had accepted to carry a letter back to Myos Hormos for Moshe, in which he told his associates in Alexandria where he was and what he could see from the place’s potential. They had agreed during the winter to try to make the best from a bad situation by cornering as much of the trade as possible by installing permanent trading posts in India, but he would have to do with what he had here as he could not afford to pay another captain.
Now they would need to stimulate the production of local resources and manage to centralize it in their compound in order to sell it in bulk to roman merchants. Maybe later they would be able to have their own ship to control the local sea trade ?
Moshe looked at his surrounding and despaired. He was on the roof of a small house crudely made with bricks of raw earth covered with a quick wash of lime, his wife and two children next to him. In that he was fortunate, for many had lost their family in the violent uprisings that targeted the Jews of Egypt. He’d recognized soon enough that they were worse than the usual troubles and left for Myos Hormos with the first caravan he could find, taking all the money he could find, his wife and his kids on this one way trip.
Myos Hormos, a port of the Red Sea, was almost empty for most of the year and he’d had to wait there for the sailing season. His coins stack slowly dwindled but luckily his non Jew associates managed to liquidate some of his assets and send him more money, although he suspected they had taken more than their share of it. While waiting in Myos Hormos he’d seen other Jews arrive, often in worse shape than him. At the end there were around a hundred families waiting for the trade ships to leave Egypt on their annual cruise toward India where they would buy spices and silks from Serica.
Moshe and his family left Myos Hormos with a dozen other families, one for each tribe, looking for a new home in one of the numerous ports alongside the coast. The eldest jews in Myos Hormos had decided that each group leaving the city would be composed of a family of each tribe so that Israël might survive afar while waiting for an opportunity to come back to the promised land once the Romans were finished with their madness. Each group would carry a copy of the sacred texts so that the faith may never die…
The first few ports they had met on their trip looked miserable and set in poor regions where food was hard to grow. Then they’d come to Mosylium and their captain had told them they would have to land now because he was going back to Myos Hormos, despite the fact they had paid for a trip all the way to Muziris in India : he could afford to abandon him given how rich he was going to be with the year’s first batch of incense and how destitute they were...
The twelve families had thus looked for a place to stay in Mosylium, soon deciding to build their own houses next to each other and close to the port, so as to be able to trade more easily. Their houses delimited a small square where goods could eventually be stored if need be, and which they could defend if needed. But they were not sure that much trade existed…
Set on the southern coast of the sinus leading from the arabian gulf to the Erythrean sea, on the coast opposite Arabia Felix, it was mostly a land where pearls were collected on the seabed. The merchants in Myos Hormos had also said that the town exported tortoise shells, some incense and ivory and served as a transit point for bulk exports of Cinammon. Diet seemed to be made of some plants and a lot of goat meat as well as fish. At least it was not pork…
The treacherous merchant had accepted to carry a letter back to Myos Hormos for Moshe, in which he told his associates in Alexandria where he was and what he could see from the place’s potential. They had agreed during the winter to try to make the best from a bad situation by cornering as much of the trade as possible by installing permanent trading posts in India, but he would have to do with what he had here as he could not afford to pay another captain.
Now they would need to stimulate the production of local resources and manage to centralize it in their compound in order to sell it in bulk to roman merchants. Maybe later they would be able to have their own ship to control the local sea trade ?