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Kilometers and kilometers she walks every day, but the road seems to be endless. The sun is beating down merciless, the ground is dry and tough. In the sky there could not be seen a cloud anywhere, sign of cloud, nothing; just some huge birds from time to time over the horizon. Vultures. Maybe waiting for her.
And she continues walking day after day. Her head hurts, her head hurts, her arms hurt. But there is no other choice. so she continues. At sometime she get really tired, so she stops by the road. She would be really grateful for just a sip of water, but she has none. The birds seem to get closer, so she gets on her feet and hurries forward.
When at last she sees it she is exhausted; the heat is so bad, that she can not even feel happy. She just walks there and kneels near the water. first dives her fingers, then her lips. Some water on her face, some on the head-cloth she wears. Then the pitcher. She waits patiently for the muddy water to fill it. While waiting she smiles a bit, then a bit wider, then a little more. Is like the water if filling her smile, not the pitcher. At some point she laughs out loud - there is still water, there is water today!
Then lifts it on her head, turns around and gets on the way back to the village, singing. Tomorrow will be a new day and she'll come again, and there will be water.