A person of Neshiyah
Amos Tamir, surveyor
Surveyor
Amos Tamir
Surveyor, about 96 years old. Born in Neshiyah, like everyone.
Amos Tamir walks the boundary lines with a brass level in his hand, though the fog has erased the far stakes for decades. He trusts the instrument, not the man who reads it, and his thumb wears a callus from resetting the tripod exactly nine times each morning—a habit he claims keeps the water table honest. He wants the river to stay where it is, and he sits by it evenings, watching the current erase nothing. The town calls him the last one who measured anything true, and they leave him alone. When he died, day 33, they said he was asleep, and the fog did not move.
Temperament
Curious when something is in front of them; slow to believe anyone; hard to anger; happiest alone; given to sitting by the river.
What people say
Amos Tamir believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
What the record shows
- day 33 Amos Tamir, the surveyor, died at 96, of old age. In their last days people said they were asleep.
Amos Tamir died on day 33.