"Damn this job! Are we going to climb this mountain every day?"
Drenched in blood and sweat, the young man complained when the metal pots hanging from both sides of the thick wooden stick that crossed over his shoulders shook.
"Shut up, idiot! Do you want to die?"
"If we're going to do this job for a month, we would better die. That guy raped and killed the girl. As if that wasn't enough, he gets fed like a king day and night. They say he is punished. But it is not clear whether he or we are the one who gets punished!"
As the sunlight hit the east side of the mountain, the two young men were climbing up the trail with their heavy loads. Their conversations became sparse as they approached the top of the hill. They were completely silent when they came to the cave at the summit.