When I was ten years old, my cousin was picked up by a wolf in the mountain. Uncle came into the mountain with a sickle and came back with his injured cousin and the ugly heads of two wolves. At that time, I was so frightened that I grabbed my father's clothes and asked him what was the matter.

My father said that it was a man who did something that he could understand later.

Actually, I didn't think much of the meaning of that sentence, nor did I ever think about it. Only when I was 15 years old, the cattle beside the field madly knocked down the mother...