The belting sun is nothing but a blur lost in a moving ochre haze. The boys
are happy to be inside in the confines of their mobile home units. This particular
one is one of their offices. Some of these winds are so strong that they carry
Sahara dust over the Alps dumping it in countries like Switzerland.
The land of the banks where they are more accustomed to the depositing of fortunes
from oil rather than sand. They are all happy to ponder over surveyors' charts
swilling on ice cold Stella beer chatting over the hum of the air conditioning
unit waiting for this September sand storm to blow over.