Besé a mi primo y estaba segura de que quería follarme.

I kissed my step-cousin and I was sure he wanted to fuck me He recalled the aerial battle that for him had just ended in a nameless wadi in North Africa. And he remembered the Berbers who always told stories about how in the desert you can encounter mirages that can seem more real than reality. She died for an hour of love!”

No matter how much Robert asked, no one answered after that, so he started north. In this part of the Sahara, there were no dangerous wild animals, and the kilogram of pistol and cartridges might prove terribly heavy for the last few kilometers. It wasn’t called a Spitfire for nothing, for the tracers spat out by the eight machine guns on the wings spread like so many fingers of fire towards the enemy and practically blew the fuselage of the plane in front of him, and one of the bursts must have hit the gas tank, for the plane caught fire and began a long fall towards the dunes that seemed to stretch on forever below them. He was silent for minutes, but as nothing could be heard, he started to call out to her again, but no one answered. He remembered the survival courses all the pilots who were sent to fly over the Sahara had taken.