The proposal of the tour guide of our small group (a 21-year-old tough girl from Alice Springs who chopped wood with her bare hands and drove a van with a trailer on the dirt tracks like it was a child’s play) was to get up at 04:00, drive a place, hike for 1h and then be able to watch the sunrise over Kings Canyon. The vote was formally democratic, but nobody had the courage to oppose her. What an early rise! Sleeping bags under the stars, waking up, pitch black. We hated it. Everyone in the bus was asleep. People from all over the world who had found themselves here, in the Australian outback, sleeping under the stars in so-called ‘swags’ (sleeping bags covered with a truck-type tarp, to be closed over the head in case of dingos or sandstorms). During the walk, it starts to get a little light. We arrive at the site early. We sit on the rocks, all the people scattered here and there. Here comes the sun by the Beatles on an iPhone laying on the ground, and we look eastwards: Minutes of silence, then a cascade of golden light, burning red rocks, smiles and emotion. Sometimes it takes very little to feel alive….