An old man is riding an ox, accompanied by a boy, up steep deserted mountain slopes. They carry a small amount of provisions and a few blankets. They leave behind a prosperous kingdom with a refined culture and go west, towards grasslands. On the top they come to a mountain pass, the kingdom’s border. Sitting in the shade of a pine tree a single soldier is guarding the pass. He is a poor soldier, wearing a worn-out uniform and no shoes. True to his duty, he stops the travellers and questions them: who are they? Where are they going? But these two seem to have no goal. They are simply going west, ...


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