“I could smell my breath against the bandanna. I tried it over my mouth to protect myself from the dust filled air, but my throat was still sore from breathing it. Soil caked my hair and eyebrows; my eyes felt dry as paper. A United Nations Land Cruiser, with its radio antennae wagging into the limitless sky, overtook us on the right and kicked up a plume of dust from the road. I rolled up the last crack in the window, but dust continued to blow through the vents. Baboons watched us curiously from the roadside.