“We have to be humane,” said the driver. It was nine o’clock at night, and since six there had been no cars or buses on the plain of Chiaraje. We were the last unnatural disruption of the monotonous highland landscape, abandoned with a failed engine.
I was in serious pain, sitting in the back seat with a swollen leg that would keep me from walking for another two days, hundreds of kilometers between me and the nearest pharmacy. However, after... more