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Dakar, Route de la Corniche Est

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Somewhat further south were fishermen pulling at their nets and lines with unflagging patience – their cable connection with the sea. So regular were their movements that Maille believed that their work was being guided by music, by the rhythm of a song. But if these men sang, than softly only to themselves. One could merely hear the shrieks of the gulls over the subdued thunder of the waves and, every now and again, the cries of the footballers training on the beach.