...And Henry told me how, as young boys, they used to catch jellyfish with simple fishing rods, and what fun it was. I thought to myself how little I had experienced, having never seen something as ordinary as a jellyfish. Walking beside the dirty river as we spoke, I would occasionally catch a glimpse of one in the water, wondering what I used to do when I was small. Only then – this one, I saw so clearly from up close. But it was dead... Such a strange feeling, when the first encounter is with something dead.