Tsihombe

The drought is the principle that arranges the people's routines. The look at the dry riverbed that surrounds Tsihombe, the purples that comes on thanks to the sun that, still hangs behind the baobabs, revive as in a danse macabre the silhouettes laid on the ground in their last attempt in the day to catch drops of the prized liquid from the holes dug all over the desert course of the river.

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Tsihombe Amboasary Berenty
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This way, affected in the deep of our emotions, we head towards the return. To miss the gusts of the night wind that made us feel so much the brightness of unknown nebulas is an indelible memory of this country where the stars cast shadow.