<p>"from the town below came the sounds of muffled voices, laughter then footsteps echoing in the paved narrow streets. Siesta was over. She could start work.<br>At night, when it was cooler, human energy emerged renewed. During the day it evaporated away with the heat. For the cicadas it seemed the other way round ? perhaps they needed the heat to make their sound or, maybe , just maybe, during the heat of the day, they knew nothing else would b...