"It's dangerous, Thomas," she whispered. "We aren't here for a scoop."
The heat in the Sahel didn't just sit on the skin; it pushed against it like a physical weight. Elena, an idealistic lecturer from Madrid, stood on the balcony of a small hotel in Bamako, watching the dust devils dance across the road. Beside her, her husband, Thomas, was checking his camera gear. They were on their honeymoon, a journey Elena had insisted upon so she could show him the beauty of the continent she called her second home. Ebano.epub
"I know. But if I can document this, the Western world can't look away anymore. You’ve always said that was the goal, right? To make them see?" "It's dangerous, Thomas," she whispered