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Too much light. Too much heat. He had no sense of direction and no compass to follow. No map. Not even a canteen of water. The ground was reddish dirt and there were little dry bushes at intermittent intervals, which looked like they craved water as much as he did. Even though he knew – somehow – that he could survive days without water or food, the thought of having to do it was horrifying. He just didn’t like to be thirsty or hungry. He stopped for a moment to admire a bush that had actually managed to spring some green colour and even found the strength for a smile, then told himself to get going.