North to Paradise: A Memoir Umar, Ousman When we started out , there were forty - six of us . Only six survived . I always ate as much as I could because I knew it might be days before I’d have another meal . I was a twelve - year - old kid living in a no - man’s - land between the port , the cement factory , and the fishing harbor . “ They’ve found trucks in the desert with eighty bodies around them , ” I overheard as I watched them loading the convoys . The smugglers ’ cruel business consisted of promising to bring people across the Sahara , collecting their fees , and then abandoning them in the middle of nowhere . Murder on a massive scale . Abandoned At one point , we found a drinking well for goats : the water was contaminated with their excrement , but we drank it anyway . Considering the things we ate and drank , I don’t know how we never got sick . The difference in temperature between day and night was brutal : we practically melted during the day , when it was over 120...
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