Accusation-laden eyes and turned to the mother to him, then gave him a slap in the face and said it ermahnend something that you don’t know how long it will then take until they reach the camp, and that the food be sufficient until then. All this she did while she continued. The slap in the face not minding the boy, the mother was so weak that the slap him not even hurt. In a universe populated by pain, humiliation and suffering that disfigured the face of the future with the knife of the past beyond recognition in such a universe, a slap in the face is more or less no difference. * Whether she hurt him or not, whether he understood that she meant well, all that was her not important at the moment.
About something you can worry, if at all, later, such as cooking or in the evening before going to sleep, but for the moment, she rank with death and with the desert around their children. Whether it is running in the right direction? If the description is true? These were their main concerns. That and the baby, that any moment can have his last breaths in her arm. We need to run faster, I need to get it “-flusterte they become itself again and again and it shook his head as if she wanted to dispel any doubt that they will succeed, so as a result.” But also to motivate themselves, because she realized that they have also a with each footprint in the sand Part of their forces will leave. Her breaths turn over is the heat rising to her head, which at the moment incredibly easily feels her steps are slow, but a break is not to think, maybe later, when they reach the next mountain shadows, but now? Now she must run faster, slower breathing and not unlike rum run faster and slower breathing and she must continue.