A DAY IN THE DESERT
With the tanks refilled, we are ready to go.
Turning on the engines, we head towards the gates of the desert and, having crossed the border that separates civilization from the boundless expanse of sand, led by Nicola, we start the dances. We go up and down, very excited, until the most fearless of the group decides to make us happy and with his 4X4 land rover attacks a dune and remains planted. “He has sunken, he is sunken”, he hears himself scream, there in the middle of nowhere. So we run to help him to get him out and start pushing, all, big and small, against the hood of the car, hoping to overcome the force of gravity (I must say that sometimes the laws of physics have got the worst of us).
We continue like this until the most suggestive hour, that of sunset: to welcome us, in addition to a sky that has no equal in the world, there is Hamid, who on arrival makes us find everything we need to refresh ourselves: Arabic bread freshly baked, some benches to sit on and a fire to warm us up.
Hamid has a big heart and so we fill him with questions, he answers and smiles.
It is evening: we still have our gaze turned upwards and suddenly our eyes are full of stars, which are so many and so bright, that we no longer understand if it is a dream or reality.
G.D.
