I held the map flat on the ground and the wind flapped it. The map got a little tear at one corner, near my hand. When Sand came and looked he saw the tear and said: “It’s not a big deal because now we won’t be going there”. I felt wrong and quickly folded the map. While folding it I watched another area starting to rip. I said nothing and put it inside the bag, but I guess that now we won’t be going there either.
מתוך “טיפוס על עצים להולכי רגל” – דן השמשוני