On the roads of Essendilene, burnt by the desert sun, the silence is deafening. A "blue man", a Tuareg, emerges from nowhere. He wears a takouba on his belt, the saber that the blacksmith made for him by giving him some of his "power" to protect his owner. He walks beside his camel, his head held high, his gaze far away and his step slow but yet so fast as his animal's. He does not carry a bag or a bottle. He knows where he is going. He knows the secrets of Ténéré. He knows every stone of this desert. He knows where to find water, source of life. He approaches and gradually you distinguish his eyes, only visible elements of his face covered with a long blue scarf. The Tuareg greets you, in a long litany of salamalecs. Then take the road again. Going away in the sandy immensity, its silhouette begins to dance, optical illusion of a heat that will diminish only at dusk. Like a mirage, you wonder if this apparition was real.And in your sleep, your mind pursues the road, towards the Ténéré, in the middle of the dunes and deposits of white marble.
Welcome to the room of the Desert of the Cordillière!
