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I
said
it
with
a
feeling
that
I
would
like
us
to
go
together
and
say
a
last
farewell
to
places
and
things
we
had
known
,
while
it
was
still
possible
.
Every
year
now
the
prospect
of
imprisonment
would
grow
closer
.
Already
,
to
go
northward
from
Shirning
,
it
was
necessary
to
make
a
detour
of
many
miles
to
by
-
pass
the
country
that
had
reverted
to
marshland
.
All
the
roads
were
rapidly
growing
worse
with
the
erosion
by
rain
and
streams
,
and
the
roots
that
broke
up
the
surfaces
.
The
time
in
which
one
would
still
be
able
to
get
an
oil
tanker
back
to
the
house
was
already
becoming
measurable
.
One
day
one
of
them
would
fail
to
make
its
way
along
the
lane
,
and
very
likely
block
it
for
good
.
A
half
-
track
would
continue
to
run
over
ground
that
was
dry
enough
,
but
as
time
went
on
it
would
be
increasingly
difficult
to
find
a
route
open
enough
even
for
that
.
"
And
we
must
have
one
real
last
fling
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
shall
dress
up
again
,
and
we
’
ll
go
to
—
"
"
Sh
-
sh
!
"
interrupted
Josella
,
holding
up
one
finger
and
turning
her
ear
to
the
wind
.
I
held
my
breath
and
strained
my
ears
.
There
was
a
feeling
,
rather
than
a
sound
,
of
throbbing
in
the
air
.
It
was
faint
,
but
gradually
swelling
.
"
It
is
—
it
’
s
a
plane
!
"
Josella
said
.
We
looked
to
the
west
,
shading
our
eyes
with
our
hands
.
The
humming
was
still
little
more
than
the
buzzing
of
an
insect
.
The
sound
increased
so
slowly
that
it
could
come
from
nothing
but
a
helicopter
;
any
other
kind
of
craft
would
have
passed
over
us
or
out
of
hearing
in
the
time
it
was
taking
.
Josella
saw
it
first
.
A
dot
a
little
out
from
the
coast
,
and
apparently
coming
our
way
,
parallel
with
the
shore
.
We
stood
up
and
started
to
wave
.
As
the
dot
grew
larger
,
we
waved
more
wildly
,
and
,
not
very
sensibly
,
shouted
at
the
tops
of
our
voices
.
The
pilot
could
not
have
failed
to
see
us
there
on
the
open
beach
had
he
come
on
,
but
that
was
what
he
did
not
do
.
A
few
miles
short
of
us
he
turned
abruptly
north
to
pass
inland
.
We
went
on
waving
madly
,
hoping
that
he
might
yet
catch
sight
of
us
.
But
there
was
no
indecision
in
the
machine
’
s
course
,
no
variation
of
the
engine
note
.
Deliberately
and
imperturbably
it
droned
away
toward
the
hills
.
We
towed
our
arms
and
looked
at
one
another
"
If
it
can
come
once
,
it
can
come
again
,
"
said
Josella
sturdily
,
but
not
very
convincingly
.
