The driver pulled over, and I thought we'd arrived in Malagana. I was very curious to see what a place with that name looked like, but no one got up or asked anyone to open the bus door. I stayed still, looking out the window at the yellow-green of the mountain and a small house leaning to one side where some children were playing with a dog.

 

I envied the animal, which suddenly got bored and went to lie down in the shade of a large stick whose type I couldn't identify. I'd like to know the names of all the plants.