“I think we’re lost!” my sister being cross with me for venturing out on our own. We were offered a ride by one of our friends, but I said no. We’ve been walking through this village, admiring their plants and stalks, turning right, left, in that order, like in a maze. At the end of the street, a lady was watering her plants and we asked her how to get out of here. She just looked on the ground, a bit puzzled and said, “what do you mean out, you could only stay here” and she returned to her gardening.