The year was 1984. The people of Kasilami awoke one morning and found themselves covered in darkness. Tiny black particles of ash were floating down from the sky like snowflakes. About a year ago, the drunken man prophesied at the train station, “BEWARE, THERE IS A HOLE IN THE SKY. DARKNESS IS COMING.” Looking out my bedroom window; I wondered how many people today remembered his words. And is this the darkness he was referring to?