the sky is pure blue, exquisitely blemished by huge cumulus clouds, floating lazily. a single bird sails past. from the sky the camera moves to earth. here, too, all is tranquil. the trees, bright green in the sunlight, move only to the slight but constant breeze. now the camera moves down, revealing a wagon to which is hitched a team of horses beside the road. the wagon is at an awkward angle, but upright. it is wedged between two rocks where the horses have pulled it as they tried to reach some forage. its seat is empty. in the bed of the wagon several sacks lie, bearing the legend: