Desert life

Joe was in a desert, and all he saw was sand, everywhere he looked. He knew it was essential for him to find water soon or he would die, and a place where he could sleep would be great too, as deserts get freezing during the night. He walked slowly, feeling that his body could give up at any time, and then he saw it.

A small village with around five wooden cabins, and people around. This sight gave him hope, and soon he was among the houses, trying to talk to the people. Luckily, there was someone who could speak English, so the inhabitants could understand what he said.  

“Can I get me some water, please?” he asked.

The locals were confused, but the one who understood what he said translated quickly, and they brought him some water in a strange cup.

“How did you get here?” the man asked.

“I lost control of my hot air balloon and landed in this desert” Joe answered.

After some time spent among these people, Joe learned their language and felt like he was part of their community, and he didn’t want to leave. Peter, the person who could speak English, became Joe’s best friend, and he told him that he had arrived there just like Joe.

Life in the village was way simpler than in England, as they all were equal, and everyone shared everything they had. Joe was happy with the life he lived there, and felt like it was too good to be true. And then another tribe arrive and wanted to take over their village, to get their water and make the inhabitants work for them.

Joe had been there for more than a year, and he completely turned into one of the desert people. The opposing tribe had better weapons than them, and they had more people, but Joe’s tribe wasn’t going to give up. They fought hard and got what they wanted. The other tribe backed away, and they kept their fountain.

After this day, nothing really disrupted the peace in the village, and Joe lived happily in his new home, with his new friends, without thinking about his past life.

Miklós Hunor   IX. R