"What are you doing here?" The boy asked me wonderingly. He might not have seen outsiders so often. I said "I am looking for something important here." He seemed confused and asked me "What is that? Is it here?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered "I don't know actually. I even don't know what is important to me." The boy said "hum," and began to run with his kite in a morning mist. Without looking back at me, he shouted "If you want something important, a kite is good. It's so fun!"