The story of Abdi Dadle

Dziadek od orzechow posted the photo:

Abdi Dadle, God Cusbo salt mine, Afder Zone, Somali Region, May 2010

I see him from the distance. He squats in the huge as good as shoal hole land his spade. Its earthen walls are whitish. It's salt. What I see in front of me is the mine.

His name is Abdi Dadle as good as he is 65 years old. It is nearly twenty some-more than the normal life expectancy here. He is, or at least was, the Somali nomad. Eight years ago he lost his herd in the single of recurring droughts. He was left with the single aged ox.
Working constantly as good as steadily, hes got quite expressive physique language. By fluctuating his arms in front he explains the size of the margin of salt. Raising as good as obscure them he depicts how he dug nearby well. Its perfectly circular, with hole of the single meter. Its banks, though usually it, is cracked like an aged skin. Surrounding it lies flat as good as dull landscape. Spatial as good as devoid of shade. Vast. Nothing grows upon it, not the single grass. And the good holds water. Salty as the sea one.

His physique is black as good as thin. Forearm veins writhe from underneath t-shirt arms, hook around the elbows to finish upon his hands. His face is rich in wrinkles, similar to root with the beams. Cheeks, sunken from age have longitudinal scars, three upon each side.
Muslim rosary hanging around his neck is made of thick, oval beads. As black as him. It moves across his chest, from left to right, as good as right to left as steadily as the Muslim prayer. He also allows to be observed. This dramatic, tough work of his. Thanks to it he survives, though dies of it as well. At the single point, he clenches his hands in to fists. Their interiors are white with salt, substantially forever. Lttle drops of persperate come down from underneath his small, white fez, as good as flow in to the mouth. He! s got or ange teeth. Like his nails. Broken as good as old. Abandoned.

There are hundreds, or maybe thousands of them sparse here, men as good as young kids digging holes in to which they pour salty H2O as good as let it dry to leave back salt. They wait for 14 days as good as then collect it. They sell kilogram for 8 cents. Such is the way of their life. Such is the life here after loosing herds in droughts.