Hammamet, Tunisia [1]

The sun was really hot at that time, I almost ran out of breath because I walked so far, there was no one, only a stretch of hot desert all around me. I wanted to scream, but I can't feel it. My body is dry, my lips are cracked, my fingers and toes are all rough and dry, my long hair rolls up like dreadlocks into a tangled and dusty whole. I can't imagine what I look like, luckily it's not here. There's no mirror so I can't see how I looked.

I looked down at the clothes that stuck to my body, only a shabby dress made of thick material, like a patterned woven cloth. Even that looks dull and shabby. For a moment I thought about where I got this shirt from, and when was the last time I changed my clothes. I sniffed my clothes, finding out how long I thought I hadn't showered and changed clothes. Apparently, I lost the function of my five senses of smell, no smell, there was only soft dust that came into my nose when I sniffed.