Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 14THAT NIGHT THEY STARTED the journey down from the hills, past the town of Kavaja. It had started to rain in torrential showers. In his miserable state he followed as the girl tugged at him. In populated areas, they stumbled across collective farms, skirting the small bungalows with white pillared porches, coveted by party officials.
They passed under woefully unsafe power lines into which the locals tapped at every turn, truncating them like water hoses, siphoning off power. They lost the light. The pitch dark called for creative footwork on a slippery journey across treacherous ravines and fields.
Avxhiu, who had stolen some ears of maize, dragged him towards untended greenhouses to bunk down. They were simple constructions: a forest of concrete pillars conn
