Like his grandmother, he added a teaspoon of honey to the hot lemon. Now he sees that a few seeds have landed in the cup with the juice. With his spoon, he catches them and funnels them over the terrace railing. "How far will they fly? "he wonders with a smile. The seeds land in the snow with a loud thud, and Riwal's smile freezes. In front of him, a lemon tree and a lime tree have sprouted in a matter of seconds.

Riwal has just finished eating and Juna has gone home, It was another instructive day and after dinner he drank his digestive herbal-tea

Riwal sits by the stream at the edge of the forest. It's cold, but there's no wind. He has already finished work...