The Afars speak in near whispers out on the colossal stage of the desert. In the road towns, the boom of people’s voices blows me backward.
As internal combustion conquers the deserts of northeastern Ethiopia, the only camel trains seen in the noisy roadside towns are those painted on truck bumpers.
Paul Salopek
The Afars speak in near whispers out on the colossal stage of the desert. In the road towns, the boom of people’s voices blows me backward.
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