Once as a child, my girlfriend and I went to the forest on horses. It took us far beyond the usual route and we managed to get lost. When the road completely disappeared, turning into a barely noticeable path, we tried to go back in our footsteps, but it only got worse. “Now, probably, it’s lunch,” I had time to go hungry during the confusion. And, apparently, not only I. Hearing the promised word, the horses synchronously turned in one direction and passed through the forest and took us, the fools, to the barracks.