We need to drill a borehole, install a pump so that they have water to wash themselves, to cook, to quench their thirst, to wash the dust from their physical wounds as well as those of life, which is so heavy , where nothing is easy and where the little we manage to give, with much love, is received with joy and gratitude. Even if it is only for a few hours, we give them back the hope that this day can repeat itself, one more day... One more time and, when the sun sets on the African savannah, their hands will not shake with hunger, their wounds will not become infected and their hearts will be lighter, just a little, but lighter...