WE'RE IN UZBEKISTAN
The day is burning... The air is burning... I am surrounded by nothingness. There is only one sound – the sound of the wind. Everything is still. I look at my pedaling legs or my hands holding the handlebar to remind myself of existance of life. The day is burning. It is 42 C. Not a single shade in sight. Not a man, not an animal...
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