Spring 1978 – Blind in More Than Sight

 

After the third day, the rain was no longer refreshing. It had acquired a greasy texture and the surfaces of ponds and puddles had a slight rainbow appearance reminiscent of the surface of an oil slick. In order to drink it we needed to strain and then boil it. It retained a foul taste that could not be disguised by tea or spices. On the morning of fourth day we found the first corpses of small birds.