A cold stream flows under the trees and passes through village streets where it turns sludgier and sludgier until it reaches the pastures where it becomes a bog. In the morning a fresh breeze from the forests descends on the village and brings with it the healthy fragrance of cedar and linden. But when the sun begins to warm up and the garbage heap in the streets begins to flow, the fresh breeze that came from the forest is replaced by the smell that comes out of opened barns. In the garbage heap, the heads of worms heat up—worms that harmoniously turn their heads to the left and to the right, as if they were weaving silk. In Akar there are people with scabies, which is aggravated by the sun, and causes them to scratch their backs against walls or itch themselves with their hands until they bleed. In Akar there is also pink eye among the children who suffer from itchiness in the sun and walk with bloodshed eyes and a dirty cloth over their foreheads. The cows are infected with foot-and-mouth disease and limp as tiny white maggots suck on the blood vessels between their hooves.
