“Happy here? Yes, it has a good atmosphere, but I’m not really sure where ‘here’ is”.
“Good”, he replied, “it’s a lot safer that way. You’ll have a better idea tomorrow or the day after, but for tonight, just enjoy yourself, because we leave at first light”.
She did too and so did all the others, about thirty in all including the farmer’s family and the leading farm hands both male and female. They ate, danced, sang and drank until midnight, when Youriko was offered a space on the floor in the house or a place in a barn, but she chose to sleep nearby, under the stars for the first time since she had been camping in school with the Comsomol, the communist youth organisation, which was similar to The Scouts in the West.
“Breakfast, cowboys and cowgirls!” shouted Yorgi at five thirty. If
