"Are you sure this is the place?"
"Absolutely!"
"Then why can't we see the mountain? And all the scenery is different from our map too?"
An old man, sleeves and trouser legs rolled up, his wrinkles as deep as those of a lifelong farmer, rode a donkey. Accompanied by the chiming of bells, he and his companions proceeded along a path leading into the depths of the mountains. Following him were three men and a group of workers who resembled well-diggers, some carrying poles with loads, others shouldering lumber and chisels.
As they walked, they constantly compared their surroundings to the map in their hands, growing increasingly bewildered, even uncertain if they had taken the correct path. The old man on the donkey sighed softly and said, "The orientation is off. Open a path!"
