That hazy, faintly discernible glow,already half erased,lodged in the corners of the night
You smiled, slumped in your chair.I was reclining. We talked butnot much was said. It was the day
Once again the land was alonewith me. The hills were humped and low.
Over a tundra of red sand they arrive eager as stadiumfans, with laundry-like sacks and bags, separated into queues:
The UNHCR Somali driver speeds by a small herdof white cattle prodded along by a desert farmer.rust-colored dust in its wake clouds barbed-
They told you that their enemies surroundedthe women, the countless rapes fifteen milesfrom the border, even on the outskirts around