UCHSAY

Those who have not been sufficiently depressed by the spectacle of Moynaq can push to Uchsay, ten kilometres north. Perched on the edge of a huge dune, this small village does not even have access to water. It is harvested in artificial wells buried in the soil and made of old rusty sheets. When it doesn't rain, it's in the puddles that the kids are sent out of water, where the cars drove and where the cattle came to drink. At the end of the village, a small base camp brings together the gas workers, without a lot of work in the region. In the basement of the Aral Sea, we are still in the drill and on the horizon of this new desert, over visible derricks around Uchsay. Many people have hoped that the Aral subsoil could be as rich as that of the Caspian Sea, and indeed, in this sense, no one really had any interest in saving this sea. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''