When the fever made me delirious, Andre took charge of the den.
I do not remember what happened during that interval. I have very little clear except that I recovered after a time I cannot calculate.
The fever subsided and I felt better—weak and hungry, but with my feet on the ground again.
My will to recover and be strong, to resist, was much harder to wear down than a damned fever might believe.
Even that will became almost nothing when the diapers ran out again.
The time we spent hidden in the log’s den was long, and I can swear it was one of the worst moments I have lived in my entire life.
I recovered and lost consciousness within a turbulent cloud of distorted sounds and blurred vision.
The last time, the first things that came to my mind were the dryness of my tongue, the hol
