It had been an unusually brutal and rainy fahavaratra season in the highlands. Flooded properties and farm fields over here; destroyed crops and collapsed houses and fences over there. Destruction everywhere. Kivah and Loks considered the landscape nervously.
ÒWhat a disaster!Ó Kivah said. ÒHave all the other villagers left already?Ó
ÒI think they all left earlier today. I heard the village chief calling everyone and organizing their evacuation.Ó
ÒWhy didnÕt we go with them?Ó
ÒNobody called us.Ó Razamba casually responded.