The wave of a hand from the jeep at the front of the convoy directs the bus to move to the shoulder. On this road, one makes way when the lord of the manor passes by in procession. The bus driver, grumbling, pulls the bus to the side of the road and stops. The trucks go by one after another. Two well-groomed soldiers are riding in the front seat of each shiny, carefully maintained truck.
Some men wear caps instead of helmets.
There are colored soldiers among them. One looks towards the bus and makes an empty gesture with his clenched fist. Then he grins, flashing his white teeth. The young men coming back from their physical exam duck their heads and laugh. All of the trucks have their yellow headlights on.