The sounds of shovels and pickaxe, burrowing into the sand are heard over the winds blowing through the site. Yells of elation erupt with the sounds of footsteps approaching, “Sir. We have found something. Come quick.” A dirty old man says as he entered the tent and holds open the flap. “What is it?” I say as I stand up toppling my chair over. “Come quick.”
It takes exactly two minutes to get to ...