مرۆڤەکان وا بیر دەکەنەوە ئەگەر جارێکی‌تر لەدایک ببنەوە؛ بە شێوەیەکی‌تر دەژین، شاد و بەختەوەر دەبن و کەمتر هەڵە دەکەن. وا بیر دەکەنەوە دەتوانن هەموو ش… - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The best place for discovering what a man is is the heart of the desert. Your plane has broken down, and you walk for hours, heading for the little fort at Nutchott. You wait for the mirages of thirst to gape before you. But you arrive and you find an old sergeant who has been isolated for months among the dunes, and he is so happy to be found that he weeps. And you weep, too. In the arching immensity of the night, each tells the story of his life, each offers the other the burden of memories in which the human bond is discovered. Here two men can meet, and they bestow gifts upon each other with the dignity of ambassadors.

You, Bedouin of Libya who saved our lives, though you will dwell forever in my memory yet I shall never be able to recapture your features. You are Humanity and your face comes into my mind simply as man incarnate. You, our beloved fellowman, did not know who we might be, and yet you recognized us without fail. And I, in my turn, shall recognize you in the faces of all mankind. You came towards me in an aureole of charity and magnanimity bearing the gift of water. All my friends and all my enemies marched towards me in your person. It did not seem to me that you were rescuing me: rather did it seem that you were forgiving me. And I felt I had no enemy left in all the world.

Les hommes, ils s'enfournent dans les rapides, mais ils ne savent plus ce qu'ils cherchent. Alors ils s'agitent et tournent en rond. Ce n'est pas la peine.