During the afternoon transect walk in a village called Tarba, we ran into a big herd of cows. They have them for selling, my transect walk companions told me, kind of as insurance. They do not eat the meat and they do not milk them.
The cows stirred up dust, making the air shimmer in the light of the setting sun. After a long hot day, the temperature was just perfect, and there was a slight breeze.
One of the boys who was herding the cows was walking with a little puppy by his side. He was singing, in a clear boy’s tenor, and the puppy was happily running back and forth between the boy and the cows. As if playing at being a shepherd dog.
One of those beautiful, perfect moments, walking through the fields and shrubby fallows together with a singing herder boy, his puppy and his cows, while the sun set in a shimmering golden mist.
Katja Malmborg 