From that place one could hear a conversation in a town on the shore more than a kilometer away. The wind and the sea carried voices far, but they all ended on a piece of shore on the island, below a ruin of a small church on a place that noone visited for years.

One just needed to wait on a favorable wind and the words came. Mostly irrelevant words, but it was particularly interesting for Maks to listen to them, knowing that he can with no punishment whatsoever enjoy everyday lives that were completely foreign to him just yesterday.