In the dunes north to Jraif, we stumbled upon a desert shelter, almost like a mountain refuge, where we met three generations of camel herders. An elder, a middle-aged man, and a 21-year-old who had already triumphed in camel racing competitions. Despite the wealth embodied by their nearly eighty camels roaming the desert, they chose to preserve their nomadic traditions rather than move to the city. It was a rare and meaningful encounter, made possible by Chikali, who opened the doors to their world and left us with the warmth of their farewell.