Night. We’re driving on a road that is as straight as an arrow. It’s getting bright although the sun is not yet visible. Empty and flat as far as the horizon. The asphalt road cuts the space into two equal parts. Black asphalt in the middle of white fields. As far as the eye can see. The blue of the night turns into orange and yellow of the sunrise. End of night. Sunrise is the beginning of life. Or maybe its end. In a moment it will be unbearably hot. Each drop of water will evaporate. Nothing will be left. Nothing but salt. Salt preserves. To the right and to the left of the road there are lakes, but we won’t be swimming. The water has evaporated, only salt is left. I’m thirsty.