Buroogu and Walai, the chieftain and the medicine man, bumped into each other during the celebrations of the season’s end, which lasted the entire night. They hugged between two huts. “Listen,” Buroogu proceeded quietly, “the elders surprise me over and over again on account of their unwillingness to talk about the past.” Walai nodded with understanding. “According to them,” Buroogu continued, “there were many, many people on earth before something horrible happened.” The medicine man nodded again. “But we can learn nothing about what has happened and how so many people could have vanished without a trace,” he said. “Exactly,” the chieftain raised his arms high. “Listen,” Walai looked around before continuing, “they seem to be afraid that the same thing might happen again if we happen to follow in the footsteps of our forebears.” Now Buroogu nodded in agreement. “Indeed,” he looked down, “perhaps it is better not to know the past.” The chieftain and the medicine man hugged one more time before joining the crowd. “We are lucky to share the wisdom of the elders,” they both said in unison as if they had learned the sentence by heart. There were many loud cheers when they were spotted together by the large fire in the middle of the circle formed by many a hut. The drums chimed in at once.