It was September 1861, and the search party has just found me. I was almost dehydrated and in bad conditions. I spent an entire day without drinking any water.

Furthermore, I could refill my water bottle in the last river that I found on my way to Cooper's Creek, but it was already empty since a day ago. I drank too much water to forget about my hunger. Days passed so long to me in the dessert.

Loneliness was killing me, killing my emotions and feeling of surviving.

They had to stay two days with me, after they found me, feeding me and giving me some liquids and water. I barely moved my arms, but I couldn't stand up.

I didn't have the strength to continue, and my horse was too tired. The journey was long, so they wanted me to be stronger.