The Indian tribe buries a courier, that is, a messenger. Someone who transmits messages. He was put on a boat right next to all the necessary items: food, extra clothes, a bow and some arrows. This ceremony is observed by a senior scholar - European. His name is Giovanni. He is watching the ceremony with his arms crossed. He is gloomy and thinking about something on his mind. Being at this funeral brings him a melancholy thought because not long ago his wife died. Meanwhile the old chieftain approaches John and stands right next to him in solemn silence. He knows that the European will ask questions because that is his job. Indeed, John notices that there is his bag on the chest of the deceased with a piece of an interesting embroidery, and many members of the tribe come and put something like twisted beads in the bag. . He asks the leader what it means and the leader willingly explains it", are the letters to relatives. You know, we all have our relatives in the other world (presumably in the Land of the Eternal Hunt). Unfortunately the relationship with them is frankly difficult. And when there is a new dead person, you can send a message or some kind of package to your relatives with him. Above all - adds the leader - Piedi Veloci during his life was the best of our messengers and always delivered the mail to the indicated address. I'm sure it won't fail this time too. I also text my dad and mom with him. "Then he shows the researcher an intricately knotted alignment thread on which colorful and narrow dried berries are strung. He says: “Other tribes also use knots, so and we sometimes do it, but in general we decided to create letters from berries. They can put them in the... middle of the paper... in the letters that were taken out of the bag. Some berries limped and fell, some were gnawed or eaten by the inhabitants of the river, the thread was messed up on a flat stone and examined them carefully, occasionally communicating his thoughts and findings to the tribesmen. "I told you Swiftfoot was the best of our messengers!", the chief happily nudged the researcher. in the ribs. “You see, not only did he deliver the letter, but he also brought us the answer!”, the leader added. He silently opened his envelope. It spread between his fingers and the ink flowed it could be dismantled or read. Suddenly he noticed the legible letter "M" at the top of the letter. Quickly scrolling through the letter he found a few scattered letters: slightly blurry, but clearly visible. Only 6 letters."My crazy..." And at the bottom of the sheet - colons and brackets.