We abandoned the useless truck and shuffled away quickly. When you lie down in hell, you can feel each merciless grain dig into you, burrowing, desert sand oiled naked to replace your skin, grind against your bones and turn your soul to glass. My heart thundered as I imagined what would have happened if I had not gotten onto the second truck. Nonso grinned and hit me on the shoulder as we jounced into a new country. We were also sheltered in case a sandstorm developed during the night.