Those who dwell in the city are fools. Every day dealing with those hellish coastal winds, and what's more the constant change of fierce heat in the day being replaced by bitter cold in the cloudless night. They are so concerned with rekindling their dead city back to its former glory they are oblivious to what lies beneath it. All day long with their schemes to reignite the mine or the spice trade or dreams to find some sort of lost way back to enlightenment or for the foreigners some treasure that lies buried in the sand, meanwhile they live in a dustbin. They do not deserve this place. Here there is no cold beyond something a deer or goat skin cannot suffice. Water is naturally filtered through the walls from the nearby coast, boiling it suffices to rid the salt, so there is no shortage on that count. It is true that cobras and various insects abound here in the dark and calm, but nothing a torch cannot handle. It is safe from every sandstorm, every hurricane from the sea, and every drought. We have lived here for centuries, and yet we have only begun to explore this vast place. As of now it is only we, the bedouin, who know this arching cavern and it should stay that way.