After a day of hiking through the woods near DodolaFinally, the deserved rest arrived, wrapped under the thick blankets that were part of the equipment of the wooden cabin - made in Germany - which we had reached a couple of hours before sunset.
Despite finding myself really tired, I couldn't get to sleep. You really didn't need to close your eyes to stay in complete darkness. The window posts were closed to lime and edge and not a single ray of light entered the room.
Instead of counting sheep or donkeys (more common in this area) I concentrated on the constant rattling of rainwater as it fell on the brass roof. The constant soniquete together with that extra feeling of comfort that one feels when it rains outside and you feel warm and comfortable inside a house, made you fall asleep in a few minutes.
When Samuel opened the door of my room it was still night out.
I tried here and there in the dark to look for my battered trekking pants and get dressed. The truth is that it was better that it was dark because my clothes were quite sad. My polar had been too many adventures for too many years and my pants, bored in several places, hung loosely at my waist, because my belt and button had been broken, and I had lost several kilos since my arrival in Ethiopia.
We lit a quinque for breakfast with some light. Again, the grandfather of the previous afternoon appeared to light the stove, bring to boil some water and throw a couple of envelopes of noodles that we had brought. The conversation was scarce. The usual at that time of day, especially when the same language is not spoken.
Suddenly, the man pointed to my waist and saw that I was wearing an improvised rope as a belt. I explained to him by signs that the previous one had been broken the day before and had left it in a corner of the cabin. The man got up, took the broken belt and disappeared from the cabin without saying anything.