I entered the Y.M.C.A.

hut and had a good strong cup of coffee, and started off afresh.

That lonely region in the moonlight with the ruined village to one side and the fields stretching far away on either hand gave me an eerie feeling.

I came upon four dead horses which had been killed that evening.

To add to the strangeness of the situation, there was a strong scent of tear-gas in the air, which made my eyes water.