Resignation

I had to go, the mission was so important, not for me, not for my boss, but for the fate of my country and maybe humanity. The desert has the information, all tracks lead to this point, I can’t come back now. I took my bags, hired a Tuareg, and I was on my way. No one knows, but it is necessary. I have to follow the tracks. But I lost it, I was not able, not strong enough. Without water, looking at the sun burning my eyes, I knew, I knew I had to resign and make shirts.