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Problems Begin

         one the crowd also melted away as evening approached and drizzle
         began to fall. Worst of all, the Aymara Indians had left for South
         America the previous day, because their excursion-rate return
         tickets to Bolivia would otherwise expire. Without them it would
         be a major problem to repair the ship if ropes and bundles had been
         damaged. But until we had access to the broad twin bottom  we
         could have no idea of the extent of the damage caused by broken
         ends of timber and steel. As night came on an incredibly chill wind
         began to sweep the landscape. We had to run into the resthouse for
         more clothing. The black night sky was split by spectacular streaks
         of lightning.
           We took turns at using the few shovels available, and the British
         cameramen stretched cables to the resthouse roof terrace to beam
         light from their lamps in our direction. David, a young Jewish
         assistant in the group, confided to me his last night’s dream: he had
         seen a whole herd of sheep come on board and devour our reed-ship
         in revenge for their sacrificed relatives. Gatae and the Marsh Arabs
         also had their comment: six sheep was not enough for such a big
         vessel, we should have sacrificed a bull.
           These pessimistic observations were hardly uttered before the
         rumble and strong headlights of a huge Russian truck made us drop
         the shovels. The unexpected visitor bumped in through the gate
         over broken timber and twisted rails and took up a position as if to
         push us all into the river. Two husky Russian drivers jumped out
         and, with Yuri as interpreter, we explained that though we needed a
         push, our ship was as brittle as crispbread until in contact with the
         water. They then helped us rig up thick reed fenders extended in
         front of their tall engine housing on wooden beams taken from the
         abandoned scaffold, thus saving the heavy truck from being
         launched with the ship. Suddenly in the dark the informal and most
         unconventional launching began with a steady thrust from the
         truck. The vessel moved and sank slowly into a porridge of thick
         mud where we had dug. As mud and broken timber floated away
         with the current we held the ship on tight ropes and made her fast to
         a floating reed-bundle mole we had prepared beside the resthouse
         terrace. In the light from the truck’s headlamps we had seen the
         twisted sledge and rails all following the vessel into the river. The
         Russians saluted and left. We had to wait for daylight to judge the
         damage. Tigris did not seem to float with a perfectly even waterline
         all around. It seemed to tilt slightly towards the port side bow.
           As daylight broke we were all on the spot. Our new ship looked
         magnificent. Bigger and stronger than any of the two Ras, she rode
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