When he remembered how he read Tom Sawyer and Heck Finn in his childhood, he handed the book to his 11-year-old son. And, holding my breath, I watched how I was captivated by the story, and the reading continued and continued – no one even remembered the tablet. But my joy ended after the question of where to take the dead cat for a march to the cemetery... Now I think how to hide a book, or so far away the islands with bodies and caves begin.