The boy was lying on the hut of the house. The starlight filtered through the mist and cast its cool afterglow on the face of the eleven or twelve-year-old boy.
At this time, the young man was holding a thin piece of grass in his mouth, and a bone of an unknown animal was placed next to him. This was the first time that the young man had eaten full. It was a rare feeling of comfort. He was thinking about the past. It would have been nice to have some more chili noodles and beer. I wonder if there is beer in this world to drink.
