Among the Meharists, the sentries of the Sahel who on camels challenge the Jihad

Through the porthole made opaque by sand and dust, hardly anything can be distinguished from the cockpit of the military plane but the infinite expanse of the Sahel, reddening under the mist and desolate, without borders or reliefs. The desert is an immense empty expanse battered by all winds, open to all men, the silent sanctuary of an inhospitable freedom that no frontier can truly protect.