The agreement
The ocean roared softly in the summer night. In vain the scorching sun cooled the night with a cool breeze. A lone old man was standing on the shore spying on the water. As if waiting for someone, his tousled gray beard was swaying in the breeze. From the direction of the forest there was only the noise of nocturnal animals, mixed with the hiss of a few leaves. You could see on his clothes that it had seen more beautiful days. His old legs no longer held him as noxious as it did then. He leaned on his white stick while he waited. Hours passed like this until a voice came from behind him.
- Nobody will come. - He growled but without taking his eyes off the water. - You are insane Carl. Even if he comes how will you see him?! - Now he turned his face to the direction of the w
