Appearances do deceive as I would discover later on.Swiftly we ran, our bare feet hardly touching the ground. The sensation was astounding. I could fe...l the texture of the earth upon which we ran, the leaves underfoot, the squish of some creature when I stepped on it. Thorns did not penetrate the soles of my feet nor did flinty stones hurt me. We came to a village. We watched and waited and soon the fires were banked and the oil lamps faded to mere flickers. We moved into the village. The dogs. Etc.I said jiju you will have to stay in the living room until the time I cook and then u can eat the delicious halwa. He said he is fine till the time halwa is as delicious as me. I smiled and pushed him out. I made halwa and gave him to eat and he simply kissed my palms and told he compliments the same way to my sister when she cooks delicious food. I rather kissed his cheek and said thank you and also said that I return the thank you like this. With this, the moment was all set to burn in. Even the usual mountain breezes were thick with humidity.“I smell like one of the horses,” Julia added. “I don’t believe it ever got this hot in Wellington.”“If it did, we just disappeared into the forest,” Victoria told her sister. “The trees provided a canopy of shade so the air didn’t feel so hot.”“I might disappear into the forest this evening,” Julia said.“I would rather you stay close to camp tonight,” Joseph cut in. “I fear that things will come to a head and I want everyone where I know. I live in the first block of four-story brownstones with back-gardens, close to the corner of the first side-street, named, like all streets in my neighbourhood, after famous Dutch sailors and explorers, Bontekoe. At the other end of my Tasmanstraat is the main bridge from the tens of thousands Amsterdam has, as it connects the sea by river IJ to the colonial ware-houses around the corner from my place and all canals deeper into Amsterdam until Amstel river, which gave the capital of 'Holland'.