Chapter 8
They had already spent a couple of hours traveling through the monotonous landscape of the desert that was becoming increasingly rugged. Selma and Martín had fallen asleep lulled by the even rattle of the car, barely shaken by any stone in the road. Once the news that the panorama had to offer were exhausted Deborah played with her cell phone exploring certain functions that until then she had not used until she also got bored and then looked at the driver trying unsuccessfully to see his youthful features below the heavy Mongolian clothes. The woman did not even know what language the inhabitants of Mongolia speak so she could hardly expect to communicate with him. Eager to hear at least her own voice and looking at her seatmate Debbie expressed her wishes out loud.
“I would r
