I slip into my floating hideout at night, in the heart of the marsh, and wait for the sun to rise. I can already make out the silhouettes of some of the inhabitants.
I then immerse myself in this aquatic world and let the mount drift. Meter by meter, I approach ducks, grebes and herons.
How fortunate that the marsh dwellers let me get so close to them!
The marshes have this incredible power to make me forget the hours I've spent on the lookout, the dozens of mosquitoes that come to pick up a few drops of blood or the few leeches that try to cling to my dry suit.
