By the time we got here, the dust was sitting in the air like a yellow cotton ball.
Not suffocating, but there. I figured to take photos anyway, since
I don't know if I ever get back here to see things like this.
The camelherders were getting the camel ready for transport when it managed
to slip their grasp and do a short galloping around, one foot already hobbled.
They soon got her, bound the second foot and tried to make her sit,
so the car with the crane could come and transport her to her next destination.
Either the slaughterhouse or a new owner.
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| From Kuwait 2013 |
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| From Kuwait 2013 |
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| From Kuwait 2013 |
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| From Kuwait 2013 |
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