During the day the hot sun did not dampen a 17-year-old young man enjoying the beauty of that day. He was lying relaxed under a big tree with his palms folded behind his head. His eyes were closed with a very calm exhalation showing that he was enjoying the comfort that nature had given him. Occasionally his short dark black hair swayed in the wind.

"I thought you were on this hill, Bro," said a girl who was one year younger than the young man. The young man kept his eyes closed as if he didn't care about the girl's voice that suddenly came to disturb him.

"Bro, are you...