We were three buddies, who came to a small village. But there was no space for living or making a house. Nobody gave us a small room. We felt that coming here was the wrong decision. We sat under an old tree.
In that tree, there were written a lot of digits 1,3,4,3. The first three digits were scratched. I was thinking about why the last wasn't scratched.

I was sweating and breathing gradually. There was nobody. Only three persons were us. We blamed each other. Suddenly an old man came to us and smiled. He was different from other villagers. We eagerly talked with him. He had told us that were you searching for a house before we asked the man. All of us said together "yes".
My friend asked him," How do you recognize that?"When he looked at my friend he was rubbing his eyes. He said that at...