Travelogues smuggling conducted by terrible adventurers at the center of which a French sailor and a Russian Cossack rediscovering the pleasure of traveling on horseback in desert areas:
"While following all the muscles of the furious pace of the standard, while sucking the vehement strength, strength of Sanaa gray tray, Igricheff on his winged Chaïtane, laughed quietly. Its narrow lips like the thread of a knife always gave him when dilated, the appearance of pain. "
Men without ties, worn by research exceeded oneself rather than wealth in curiously enough solitary adventures that ultimately are just a pretext to discover the wild Abyssinian taken between tribal fighting and colonial influences failover between two epochs.
Fluid, taking alternating descriptions of a tortured landscape and adventurous passages at the right pace, practically no complaints about this novel if not sometimes some passages marked by a little too naive, where we guess the author as a young man rather a writer.