The children living in the city seem to be frightened just from passing under the densely quiet trees, but for we who grew up in the countryside without any friends, we have nothing to fear. When we wake up in the morning we practice believing in impossible things. Oof! - a cow doing handstands, it was fun just being enticed by the flowers and fruit. Our gardener doesn’t understand anything but much of everything still remains to be proven.Perhaps it’s because of the land, but you suddenly start crying in the middle of the night, half awake and half asleep, or, unlike us, you even freeze yourself around the distant howling of a dog. You know, what you need is some more training. To be of help means going and finding the place where you are of use. Sure, you can paint thoughts in the sky of how you wish to live in the city. The dirt in the garden is still cold and the night gets a bit chilly. When I woke up it was raining.