Teuns shudders and looks toward the horizon that is peeping through the dust.
“Do you always have to be so morbid, Fritz?” asks Podolski. “It cannot be that bad. We can dig up the water.”
Fritz gives a deep belly laugh and mocks Podolski. “Now I can understand why the Poles always lose their wars. Listen to this wise guy. We must dig for water like the zebras in Kenya or the elephants in Tanganyika! If we had an American in our presence right now, we could have done it with a front loader and would have done that quickly, or even if we had a whole battalion with spades. Have you looked at those dunes, you miserable Pole?” Fritz’s facial expression has changed now and is more earnest, and his eyes have a different sparkle. “How long do you think it will take us to dig through those masses
