The heat from the fire touched the skin from afar. It scorched, made it burn, but as soon as you turned away, you again plunged into the cool of the night.

On the edge of the forest behind our houses, we built a huge fire, its flame seemed to reach to the very heavens. Sparks rose, and they could no longer be distinguished from the stars.

Everyone was here, even the children who were supposed to sleep. The elders sang old mournful songs until Rock began to dance to shake off the sleepy spirit.

“Stop howling,” Ba interrupted and clapped her hands. - Turn on your hurdy-gurdy.

Rock, as if...