I was travelling by Senegal River in January. Every night I stayed at a small village located on the bank. On one windy day I walked some kilometers into dry sahel savanna.
The world looks sad. The dust from Sahara desert covered whole sky and the sun was invisible.
I met a group Tuareg living under stars. They owned only goasts and beds.
They smiled and I became a spotlight.
I was affected by their hospitality. They invited me to drink a cup of tea with sugar.
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