A barren and merciless landscape stretched out ahead, as we kept trudging on until our mouths were parched.

We had to find water, and fast, or we wouldn’t make it out of there alive.

“Why don’t we buy water in that shop”, somebody begged, but we didn’t have any money.

Connell wrote this to comment on something or other, but lost the plot along the way… Or maybe, just maybe, he found it.