In the high country, people aren't casual about the ground. They notice grass, stumps, worms. So many times I've seen these people reaching down as if to hold on. But the peat-bog beople eye the trees. Remember storms. For them the birds and stars get turned around - the peat-bog people think this true , but they won't tell me how they know. And high in the country where people are rooting, holding on, such thinking is a hoax. Each to his own ground.
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern