Chapter 5 travel to the mountains

"I don't know," I cried softly, "I don't know at all. If no one comes, no one will come. I haven't hurt anyone, and no one has done me wrong. But no one helped me, that's all. Not a single one. However, this is not the case. - To say that there is no one is that there are no good people in the world. But I like to say this, - why not take a trip with a "no-one" society, of course to the mountains Go; if not to the mountains, where are we going? These "no ones" are bustling, and the small steps separate many linked arms and many feet. Of course, everyone is wearing a dress. There are still some gaps, the wind blows through these gaps, and our voices can only be stretched in the mountains. It's strange that we didn't sing.