There's giggling and laughter as the younger folks of the village chat after the Sunday sermon gets out, girls talking with each other and flirting with the village boys while they rough house and play around. Everyone is picnicking and enjoying the day, and on the edge, chatting with a few boys is Otto, hands fiddling with a pencil in hand.

Just then, from across the crowd of youths he spots you, chatting with some others as you unpack your sandwich, and he pauses, hand gripping his pencil a little tighter as he swallows.