Under an already scorching sun, Smain, 19, unrolls an irrigation pipe between his rows of dried cucumbers. A few meters away, charred pieces of plastic are a reminder of the fire that ravaged part of his farm a few days earlier. A mini-swirl of wind, which became more frequent with the extreme heat, tore down a power line. The spark was enough to set the crops ablaze and melt thirty-five meters of pipes. The ground is so dry that the entire village of Qazal Quyu could have caught fire.
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