Gaia's messenguer.

The infinite desert.

With the help of his improvised staff, the fugitive from the fire ran through the undergrowth surrounded by smoke, fire and burning embers that flew like incandescent fairies around him, while he listened to the crackling of those dry burning bushes, which seemed to be searching for their route. escape to continue his furious pursuit, seeing that the hungry flames looking for something more than his hand to burn were heading towards him, he looked for the exit to get away from that furious and voracious fire that seemed to be hunting him, as if wanting to corner him like a predator. His prey, incredulous, saw, already sure of this, how that fire devouring mesquites followed him. He had already lost track of time, the location of the burner and the drilling tower in his eagerness to circumvent the siege that the flames intended to set up for him. He had lost the direction and orientation, he walked countless more minutes, taking advantage of the confusion of that predator that seemed to have lost its prey, he continued moving to get away from the fire, relocate and return to the drilling team's facilities, worried about Edgar he began to call him, and while He shouted to him, he found a small but well-marked path in that now lonely and silent mosque, the thick undergrowth and the smoke remaining from the fire did not allow him to find any point of reference that would help him orient himself.

-EDGAAAR!

He continued screaming and asked himself: -What the hell is happening? Now there are no traces of the fire, nor of the tower, I must at least be close to the road, but I didn't even hear the noise of engines and these beggars mesquites that don't let me see.

The smoke began to come from somewhere as if giving him a sign of where the fire was or had been and he preferred to follow it instead of moving away but without entering it, he carried in his right hand the fire ax that he had taken from the forklift, now In his left hand he felt pain and burning in the wrist and back, as he had a strong second degree burn that was already beginning to hurt. He touched his head looking for his protective helmet and when he didn't feel it, he thought.

-Damn, it was new.

And cautiously he continued the search for him in that fog that now covered everything.

-This is fog, not smoke.

He thought while he sniffed the air, the path that he followed and continued to take him somewhere split in two directions, he continued straight ahead and turned right, he decided on the right path, since he had a strange fixation on always choosing the path on the right at every fork in his entire life, thinking at the same time that if he made a mistake he just had to retrace his steps towards that junction, the fog became denser, completely blinding him at times, as he continued walking, without taking his eyes off. steps of that path that seemed to have been laid out artificially, he continued walking like this for the period of an hour or so, until he considered his advance useless due to the closed fog that did not allow him to see more than 1 meter, and he tried to retrace his steps. His steps sought to return to the junction where he had taken the right, but when he turned around after a few steps, suddenly the fog began to blur, but not as if it were blown away by the wind, it began to fade as if it were a holographic effect, and when it completely disappeared, he was a little surprised to see the Sun in the middle of the horizon, already about to be lost in its west.

-Wow, it's getting dark! Thank goodness, then I can orient myself by the glare of the drilling equipment lights or the city lights.

He also noticed that the path he had been walking on was no longer there.

-Let them shave me! –He said out loud. -I'm sure I didn't go even one step off the path! In short, for what it was useful to me.

But there was also the mesquite jungle through which it had been so difficult for him to walk, but that was nothing compared to the amazement that came from seeing what was appearing before his eyes.

-The Sun, yes, the Sun was rising from the distant horizon at that moment instead of setting as he expected! In a beautiful dawn that graced that desert landscape, showing him that in the distance, towards any cardinal point he looked, there was only sand, he dropped to his knees on the ground, waiting a few minutes, doing breathing exercises to calm down and be able to think better about himself. What was happening, without raising his head he put the ax on the ground, and without getting up he felt in his pockets as if looking for an answer in his clothing, an electric blue overalls made of flame-resistant fabric, reflecting light on his chest, back, around his arms, wrists and hems, he didn't really dare to raise his head, in his breast pocket, he felt a hard and light lump as if a small stone had gotten there by accident, he took it out, it was his cell phone that was also hanging from a rope around his neck, he turned it on and the small device began its signal search protocol, he patiently observed the command: Searching, which appeared on the digital screen and waiting to see the in service command appeared. The no service command, discouraging him, felt annoyed as he usually did when he needed his cell phone and had no signal, he raised his head as if wanting to make sure that the Sun was indeed rising and said out loud:

-Oh! Waking up in the middle of who knows which desert and for a change my cell phone has no signal; Like this or more lost?