The land is not what it used to be. People have moved to the sea and the urban centers. You no longer hear the voices of little children in the villages—only old farmers remain, gazing at a land that was once full of life.

And yet, despite the hardships of their lives, some still smile, as if holding onto a secret that has been lost to most.

An old farmer looked at me and said, "The people deserted the land! But the land remains. The land remains."