a 10km walk on a mini dune and a sandy beach with unexpected passersby. when in the middle i looked back and wondered whether not to turn around. i might not get back home before the dark if i want to walk to the next village and if i would walk back at night those stray dogs would have me for the dinner I knew. But i wondered how far away it still was. i stopped so many times to take photos. it was the land of no one. i got to the village and people looked at me: where did he come from? i met kids playing football, asked them with my hands where the bus stopped. then, exhausted, walked another kilometer and waved at one. i jumped in and rode back to "home".

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