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At that moment, a column of dust appeared on the horizon, as if it had just been waiting for the host to come to terms with everything. Among all the people assembled, there wasn’t the slightest shadow of a doubt that it was the wedding procession. Even from a distance, the size of the dust cloud appeared large. What else could it be, besides the line of cars making their way to their village? Surely, the authorities wouldn’t gather and come all this way on a day off. Mered Badaly didn’t have time to collect his thoughts.
The young people around him cried out– “There they are! The cars are coming!” as they scrambled up the highest mound they could find.
Young and old sprang into action, as if they hadn’t just sat baking in the sun for several hours already.
“We don’t have enough mats
