A game of Salt Traders with the girls. We tell about the desert, its changing landscapes, the fatal ardor of its implacable master, the bluish glow of its sovereign lady.
We also speak the legends, the old men’s tales, the ominous stories used to scare children into mariage and tradition. We also exaggerate, once in the city of never-ending gardens, spicing up our adventures in retrospect with a parade of spirits or a spectre with a hooked and accusing finger.
After 1h30 of landscapes, at the first campfire, we realized that the “short game” announced was going to last 8 hours at such a pace. I believe that we had just been wrapping ourselves in a big coat of images, stars and sand.
There are weak points (the map could be exploited more, human landscape too, the themes are a bit too loose, there is no help to create a narrative arc) but beautiful memories, offered landscapes, moments of complicit serenity, and a vast feeling of gratuity.