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Problems Begin
         sighted long, empty cement docks on the same right banks, and  our
         pilot balam helped us by laying to between us and the cement as a
         wooden fender. Norman was again struck suddenly with a very
         high fever for a couple of days. Even Yuri now confided to me that
         he had severe pains in the chest.
           At sunrise we began to see clearly the vast industrial complex to
         which the mole belonged. West German engineers came and with
         their crane helped us to lift the two gigantic rudder oars ashore. We
         cut off one third of each blade, and with his Russian adze Dimitri
         chopped down the sides of the oval shafts so that they became much
         lighter and fairly round. Friendly German and Swiss engineers
         invited all of us to lunch and to dinner. They were building a
         modern paper mill beside the large section already in operation.
         With the other mill under construction far up the river, these plants
         would suffice to make deforested Iraq self-supporting in paper
         manufactured from canes and reeds from the marshes. The kassab
         was especially suitable and was rafted to the mill as large gare. An
         enormous field next to the plant was stocked with thousands of tons
         of cane, ready to be converted into paper pulp.
           This was to be our next nightmare, never experienced by the
         Sumerians. We had observed that the Shatt-al-Arab was very
         polluted in this area, but not until we came to the pier in high spirits
         after a late party did we notice sheets of some white substance
         floating down the black water. With our flashlights we saw no
         water at all around our golden reed-ship; everything looked like
         whipped cream with streaks of yellow butter. In the chilly night
         wind we felt as if we had come to the Arctic. Large floes and flakes
         of ice, some capped with snow, appeared to come slowly drifting
         out  of the night to build up like pack ice around Tigris.
           Some of the men ran upstream and found the white foam coming
         in a solid flow down a canal from the big factory buildings. An
         engineer confirmed that the old mill was washed out at night. The
         modern one would not pollute the water in the same way when it
         was  ready for operation. Meanwhile, here was our Tigris, afloat in
         the thick chemical spillage of a plant that converted cane into paper!
           With the blades of our rowing oars we tried to scoop away the
         deep layers of white and golden foam, but it built up again against
         the reed bundles as fast as we got a moment’s glimpse of black
         water. We wanted to escape but could not. Our heavy rudder oars
         were ashore in the dark, and the reshaped blades were so far only
         partly covered with new asphalt.
           Next morning all the men swore that Tigris lay considerably
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