Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.