As we shuffle towards the tents that supposedly straddle the Libyan-Egyptian border, we stumble into the shaded darkness out of a dying sun in disoriented groups. Inching forwards, an unbelievable message is whispered back … food and water! Even though this incredible message registers, I am so drained of all energy that I cannot help but feel that my ears have misheard. All I concentrate on is moving forward, and trying not to bump into the person directly in front of me.
And then, I am there, at the front of the line. A ladle appears filled with water. It is water! I slurp it down noisily, unable to hold the ladle as my whole arm shakes at the effort. As the blessed liquid cools my swollen tongue and parched throat, it is the sweetest taste I have ever had. I close my eyes in sheer delight and feel dizzy with the sensation.
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