“Dad…?” was the only thing she said in a hoarse voice, throwing out the last breath she had left, then Judas let her go and took her face in her hands, desperate. When he saw her breathing again, even if slowly, he began to punch himself in the head and pull out his hair, crying like a baby.
After several nights of walking they found some animal footprints and sun-dried excrement. Further on, under the uncertain moonlight, they managed to locate what appeared to be a beaten track. They followed the path in parallel, keeping a safe distance to avoid making unpleasant encounters, the territory changed appearance and the vegetation began to thicken as they proceeded. In the space of a few hundred meters the air temperature had risen by a few degrees to soften the cold of the night, Judas hyp
