It began when I was a child. Around the time I drew the ants. Gazing into the sky was the only activity that gave me a sense of freedom. And I loved predicting what would come next. I trained myself to forecast the weather by reading textbooks, measuring rainfall in jars, recording wind speed with the help of a weather vane. That sort of thing. In the end I'm not sure how successful I was, but each morning I'd announce the day's outlook to my family. Of course, it sometimes meant that my mother would be caught in a downpour without an umbrella or that my brother would go to school without his undershirt, waiting all day for the promised sun to emerge.