Day Two Hundred Eighty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Acting on Elam’s urging, we did not return to the garden square last night. Instead he led us to an empty building on the side of the city nearer the seaport.

It was a relatively quiet night. The only noise drifted in from the government sector where some kind of rally was transpiring.

When we passed through the area this morning the streets were littered with bottles and syringes. Not a person in sight.

Elam gathered up his group from Sy’s father’s house, and we finally persuaded him to leave with them. It will be the last.

Elijah and I checked our spot in the square. Elam guessed right. Someone paid a call last night.

Twenty two days and counting.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Last night was quiet and peaceful from one end to the other. Elijah must have made a lasting impression.

Sy’s father put in a request to him. He would like us to get a message to his son. Elijah refused as we are not headed that way. But he added that the only reason for returning – part way at least – would be to point them in the right direction. That ended the discussion.

We left for the administration building. It was as though we walked in a bubble, for everyone on the streets avoided us. And it was the same at the administration building. They declined to let us in until we bear the mark.

We’ll try another tack tomorrow.