Heat and dust engulfs us as we are offloaded. As the sweat annoyingly trickles down my face, I lick my top lip. It tastes of salt and grime. I am not surprised when I find out later that Zonderwater or Sonderwater literally translates to ‘without water’. After disembarking, the sentries make us walk a long way. I don’t feel very well and just manage to stop myself from vomiting on the side of the road. Who knows whether it’s because of insufficient liquids and food or just pure exhaustion?
Thankfully we arrive at a food hall where we gulp down cups of cool water and then copious quantities of polenta, bread, and oranges. We feed like starving dogs. I hear gasps and coughing as we mistime our chewing and swallowing. I gorge myself as well and wash it down with coffee that doesn’t taste very good but the rich, nutty smell comforts me.
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