The Hunter

There was once a hunter who wanted to travel to Kammir. He was walking for many days until he saw the town very far. Before he arrived, he observed a path that led to a wonderful little hill. He felt so weary that he decided to rest under a leafy walnut.
Before he closed his eyes, he saw a big stone in front of him which had engraving a name and some numbers: "Abdul Kalib, 5 years, 8 months and 4 weeks." Nearby, it had another stone: "Yamir Tareg, 8 years, 9 months and 2 weeks." He realised that they weren't really stones, they were TOMBS: he was in a cemetery! He felt so tired that he hadn't seen where he was. He stood up and watched the other tombs: What had happened in this town? Why were all of them children? The hunter started to cry because he felt really sad.
The cemetery's trainer heard somebody to sob; he turned his face to look after who was there: an old man was crying seated on the grass. The trainer asked the hunter why he was crying, if he was disconsolate for some friend or family. The hunter asked him what had happened with all the Kammir's children, but before he finished, the trainer started to laughing because he wasn't the first person who asked for the early age of the dead.
All the inhabitants in Kammir had the same tradition: every happy time or special for them had to been written in a small notebook. When someone died, the addition of all the happy moments was written: Because for them, it was the only real-life time.