In short, the state of extreme precarity to which I had been accustomed up to this point, the state of permanent although latent terror that had characterised my existence until then, prevented me from believing my current situation was anything other than provisional, and as my desire increased to stay in the place forever, to remain at the mercy of the weather on the edge of the forest, so did my conviction that something, yes, something would intervene, something terrible would happen.
