The old man was having lunch after his work at his farm when a car stopped in front of the front door of his farmhouse. He wondered because no one from the village would use the small street because they knew it as an one ways street. Its end is only few metres far from the house. "Maybe a stranger who got lost", thought the old man. He did not pay any further attention. He took a second portion soup from the sauce pan and wanted to continue eating.
A laughter of a child as bright as a bell made






