A QUEST FOR WATER: (Based on actual events in the southern Sahara)
CHAPTER 4: A CLOSE CALL (2)
They stopped counting the dried marshlands that they walked through. On the one hand, these parched spaces of earth provided shade, thanks to the acacia trees that grew there. On the other hand, both the girls and the donkeys stepped on one long painful thorn after another. Along one of these marshland stretches, Raichatou yelled out, “I can’t move, I can’t move.” Mouheini looked back to find her hobbling on one foot.
Photo: Boy walking across a dry marsh bed.