The peber paradox | Renate Oude Nijeweme

An ochre-coloured mist hung in the air that, the further ahead you looked, gradually turned a shade of moss green. She did not know what kind of chemicals made the air moss green. Most of the time the ochre was the only fog hanging low over her town. She breathed laboriously through her mask, the mechanical filter rattling in her ear. A look at one of the big screens in her vicinity showed her that it was still too dangerous to take it...