El Principito

I lived like this, alone, with no one to truly talk to, until I had a breakdown in the Sahara desert six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And since I had neither a mechanic nor passengers, I decided to carry out, alone, a difficult repair. It was, for me, a matter of life and death. I had water for barely eight days. The first night I slept on the sand a thousand miles from any inhabited land. He was more isolated than a castaway on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Imagine, then, my surprise when, at daybreak, a strange little voice woke me up saying: -Please ... draw me a lamb! -Draw me a lamb...