Sahara کے بول

chris was no philosopher he was an ordinary man twenty-four and running out of room a rifle and a pack and a sack of rice on his back guided by tolstoy and the moon into the yukon he would go in search of a higher truth christopher would make a break with his world but he never escaped his youth sahara will never be the south of france obvious with the rising sun if i had no home i'd build one in the sand if i didn't have a love i'd find me one if i didn't have a love i'd find me one four months alone in the ice and snow is a long way from annandale locals and trappers and eskimos knew better than to trust that trail at one with the earth he loved so well a retreat from civilization hunger and emptiness took their toll chris mcandless passed us by...