The rain hissed. He peeked out from beneath the plastic, but didn’t see the slight glow that announced the day. He pulled his head back quickly. The tarp was leaking in a few places, so he tried to lie down in a way that would keep him from getting wet. Fat drops drummed on the plastic. The cold had seeped deep into his bones; he never felt warm anymore. It seemed as though there was no limit to what they could endure. Only death could keep them from wandering off each day anew through the vastness. He thinks about the tall man, but the memory of his obscene nakedness is already fading. Already the sand has almost covered him. The boy rolls up in a ball and waits with open eyes for morning. Little by little, the black man came closer. He added himself to the group again bit by bit — first an arm and then a leg. But his approach did not go unnoticed. The woman looked back often. She stayed close to the man from Ashkhabad.
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