This morning I went to visit AbduRahman who is the director of the hotel Hendrina Khan. I know he helps the poor and for this reason, I asked him to help me find a good seller for the millet of the Tuaregs. He informed me that these Tuaregs were so poor they didn’t even possess camels and that I should have to bring the bags to their tents by truck.
I asked him if he could help me also find a vehicle for the transport and he very kindly accepted.

Friday is a blessed day for the Muslims for feeding the poor, and AbduRahaman cooks every Friday for 50 families. The children arrive with the empty plates and bring them back home filled with rice and meat sauce.

When Abdu Rahman passes in the street with his car the children acclaim him as if he were a football champion.



After Friday prayer we left for the desert with half of the millet. The car could not carry more than 10 bags of 100 kg at a time.


We soon understood the driver didn’t know the desert at all, as the car started to sink in the sand. He confessed, as way of an explanation that he had never driven this type of car before. It was very obvious that he didn’t know how to drive in the desert as well.


We arrived at the Tuareg camp and unloaded the millet. I decided to remain with the chief and wait for the return of the second load while Ali went back with the car. Sheikh Adda and I waited for his return with the second load of millet until the night was well advanced. The driver had been even worse driving back than he had been coming and it took a long time. Ali decided to search for another car and driver, returning back to us very late. This gave me the occasion to admire the sunset in the Sahara.


We will be coming back tomorrow with the engineer of the wells so he can inspect the inside of the well. He will be able to ascertain, if it is possible to repair the well and let it produce water in abundance. The water should be enough to fulfill the needs of 60 families with their animals and if possible, for cultivating vegetables and date trees.
I truly understood the poverty of these people this evening, when I shared their meal. It was a plate of boiled millet paste with almost no salt. I have never eaten in my travels anything so tasteless and unattractive.
There was not even a drop of oil on it.


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