The case was in summer. I sat with a friend on a bench opposite a small lawn. In the middle of this lawn stood a girl in dark glasses, with a player, a basket in her hands, a look drilled the ground under her feet... I don’t remember how she appeared, but we in the wilderness stumbled on her, trying to understand what she was busy with. And she stood still and looked so focused, right under her feet, periodically saying something quietly. In five minutes we were ready to come and ask if she needed help. But she just raised her turtle from the grass to bleat! I put it in the basket and went home.