Chapter Ten
We flew over the town.
It was getting later in the afternoon. The sun was turning yellow, spreading a golden glow over the dilapidated houses, the ruins, the cracked and dust-covered roads and the desolate landscape. Not a tree grew along the streets or in the yards, and the surrounding landscape was similarly barren.
I thought that it was a ghost town but then I spotted someone on a motorbike. A few people stood in the front yard of a house. Some shops in the centre of town also seemed to be operating. A man on a quad bike turned into a driveway.
What were these people doing in this barren place?
The lake lay to the left of us. The water was bright green, and well below the level etched into the rock over decades of use. A winding road ran along the far shore and ended at
