Are you trying to tell me that a fire came chasing you from behind – this blueness of your face is not normal, what happened? You simply answer, “If there’s something that dear to you, you shouldn’t try to chase and catch it; it’s better to be able to remember it regretfully the rest of your life.” Oh. Like the time I learned from an old lady how to pickle cucumbers, I heard the sound of a ripe cucumber drop, all on its own. Blasted by the hot air on the roof, my grandfather’s face looks faded like a skull. And what was it he said again? When he was about to get a burning branding iron put in his eye. “O fire, my beautiful friend. A bit more gently, please.” No problem. Don’t you worry. My sister went to get the parasol, and my grandfather was cooling his fingers with his round, pointed tongue.