When I read this in the Books of Blood omnibus, volumes 1-3, I was a teenager in the eighties. The copy I owned was borrowed from a friend. There were so many great stories but the image at the centre of this story was the one I remembered. Popolac is a giant, composed of the citizens of the self-same city strapped in together to form one body. It roams the hills unwittingly detroying whatever dares cross its path. It is unaware that the bodies which compose it are slowly dying. It too will die. This is one strand of the story narrated in the third person by Vaslav Jelovsek, a citizen of Popolac, in the hills of Yugoslavia.