It was time for the high mass, the general briefing from the boss of the event, David Castera, to the competitors of the forty-seventh edition of the Dakar, two days before the prologue. It was 7 p.m. (5 p.m. in France) and after a calm and beautiful sunny day where everyone had been busy with the final preparations, between technical and administrative checks and the final test session, the sun had long since set and the The sandstorm rose suddenly. A Dakarian’s worst enemy, a cold breath that burns your eyes or whips your calves, depending on whether you have to face it head-on or not.