Last week, South East India. We rested with my wife in the hotel, nothing to do, decided to play a big tennis. We got three balls and three balls. After 10 minutes, 2 balls fled into the trance between a house drowned on the 1st floor underground and the ground. In India, so often built, the roofs are almost equal to the ground. Cause is unknown. In this tranche between the wall of the house with deaf windows and the ground lay about 15 more balls. It was impossible to climb without a staircase, I began to mess up, found a staircase nearby. Nearby was drawn a couple from Australia and began to baking Hindus that they have everywhere so - they are always lazy, there is no way to get these balls - play more convenient, less expenses. Kiva and agreeing, I still set up a ladder, went down into a deep and dark tranche, gathered balls, many of which have already fallen with fallen leaves. We finished the game, I took back the rackets and all the balls collected. proud and with a smile on his face. Well, I say, “You have those balls there lying down outside that house, as soon as I got, you watch the next time.” The rental employee calmly replied to me, “Yes, we usually always get there, but in the last week we’ve seen a cobra twice.”