In the middle of the Betpak-Dala steppe, we set up the camp, looking for the unpredictable and elusive Saïga Antelope. The closed road is a hundred of kilometre away, like the first tree. We are surrounded by a small grass, strong as bushes, covering the unequal ground by yellow ocher colour. The sound trap is at the level of the ground, hanging on the grass. The wind fell like every night, and it’s time for the nature to start the discussion.
