Rolling farmland spread out before him, Kaim harvests vegetables, wielding his hoe with deep concentration. The sky on this autumn evening is a deep crimson. “Maybe we should call it a day,” says the heavyset woman who owns the farm. She drops an armload of vegetables into the basket. Kaim nods and wipes the sweat from his brow. “You’re a tremendous help,” says the woman. “Look how much we’ve done!” Kaim responds to her praise with a slight nod. “You still can’t remember where you came from?” she asks. “Afraid not…” “Seriously, Kaim. What will you do when the harvest ends?” “Thank you,” says Kaim. End.