One of the municipality’s men is cleaning the road leading up to the hotel. Wild chestnuts are strewn everywhere around. They crunch underfoot. “These trees give a lot of fruit,” I point up and smile. He nods seriously: “Useless trees always give a lot of fruit.” I chuckle and wave him goodbye. “Yup,” I whisper to myself on my way to the post office, “sages not only cannot be exploited, but they cannot be eluded, either.”