Rainclouds swaddled the low countries along the North Sea, whipped and harried by a southwest wind, as 14 monstrous rubber bubbles sailed aloft from an aviation field near Antwerp and drifted off toward the Dutch frontier. Night fell before all the bubbles had come again to earth. Dawn found one of them still coasting northeast over the boggy islands and bays of Denmark, over the fat fields of southern Sweden. Not until the wind, with its sleet and snow-squalls, threatened to drive this bubble on out over the Baltic Sea beyond Solvesborg...
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