[So the potatoes are bought - a stone in the backpack and four stones in a narrow and long home-made sack. I had to hurry up, the snow that start sprinkling in the morning was getting thicker. I stopped at the crossing and gasped.]
Muddy water swept along swirling... The rivulet spated, the water level rose in front of the eyes. There was no footbridge in sight. I plodded along knee-deep in water and tried not to look at the raging water so that not to overbalance.