The sorcerer did not seem to be wasting time and was ready to execute me on the spot.
"Pika´i to nyama![50] " he shouted with a demanding tone.
When he saw that I didn't move, he came to me. He stood next to me and raised the arm that held the knife and pointed it at my heart. My whole body tensed, I was about to die and could do nothing about it. An intense hatred shone in the eyes of the sorcerer, before the knife started its fatal journey. I closed my eyes and thought about all the people I was leaving behind without being able to say goodbye. One last thought reminded me of Tintin in "Prisoners of the Sun", when an eclipse saves his life when he takes advantage of his captors’ fear of the unknown. There was supposed to be one soon in this area. I imagined the sun darkening, the cries
