A few years ago, still in the spirit and psyche remains disrupted by the hell that he had contracted malaria in Brazil two years earlier, I decided to embark on a journey to the coastal desert of southern Morocco, Atlantic shores ranging from Agadir to Tarfaya, the old Cape Juby, where he would be stopping, in their night flights, the plane-mail that pilot and writer who was Antonie de Saint-Exupéry.