My body crawled forward through the mud of the swamp. It was raining in the meantime. I felt I could not move forward just with my own strength. I felt helpless in front of the narrow prospect of the arrival of the night, and the lack of a refuge.
I was resigned I could not get out of it. I was resigned but I was not desperate. I knew it would last for a long time that crossed, but for the love of life I had to do it, for the sake of what I would find at the end of this absurd obstacle, I had to resist.
Summoning my will, I stopped for a moment, and with my legs immersed in stagnant water and mud, I looked up at the sky, my eyes opened wide to the rain, and out of anger I cried out, with all my breath in my body: Continue reading “The wooden boat”