My grandfather was the last guidebook master in the village.
All his life, he did just one thing: helped people find their way.
When the living lost their way, he led them home.
When the dead began their journey, he saw them off.
When people strayed from the right path, he urged them to turn back.
As a child, I thought he was superstitious, ridiculous, and embarrassing.
It wasn't until years later, when I had lost everything in the city, that I opened the Route Register he had left behind.
