This is where my story begins. I am hungry and even the smell of the cabbages our neighbours are perpetually boiling is enough to make my mouth water. I open the cupboard door, even though I have opened it three times already, hoping that maybe a half emp…

In the fog, shapes are unclear. Shadows move in and out of wisps of gray; darker spaces undulate close and fade back into the swirls. My senses are alert, but every soft breeze sends panic down my spine. I close my eyes and put my hands out.

There is no…