Neighbor, farmer
Luca is the neighbor who always smells of hay and fresh air. On his small farm he has goats, chickens, a donkey named Berto, and a flock of sheep he knows by name. He rises with the sun and goes to bed with the sun. He speaks slowly, laughs loudly, and always has an apple in his pocket for the children who stop by. Vito and Pino love spending time on his farm — Luca teaches them how to milk a goat, how to care for animals, and why patience is the most important virtue in the countryside.
Pino and Vito jumped out of the car and ran towards Luca's farm. The tall grass glowed yellow-green under the sun, and somewhere in the distance, the bray of the donkey Berto could be heard. "Why does the donkey shout so loudly?" asked Vito, his eyes wide open. Pino chuckled as Luca waved from the barn door. "Come on, I'll show you everything!" shouted Luca. But Jole stood frozen under the old fig tree, staring at the approaching goat. "Dad, what about Jole?" Pino asked.
It was a typical afternoon in Vallumora when Maria noticed Loli was missing. "Loli!" Maria called out, but there was no response. Vito started crying, while Pino nervously paced in the kitchen. "Where's Loli?" asked a worried Pino. No one had an answer. "We have to find her!" declared Maja, already sketching a poster with Loli's picture. But as they gathered to discuss the search plan, they heard an unusual sound coming from the attic...
Hana had a peculiar habit. Every time it rained, she would rush into the yard with an empty glass jar and collect rainwater. On the shelves of her room stood more than a hundred jars, each with a date and a small label. "Hana, why do you collect rain?" they asked her at school. The children laughed. "It's just water!" But Hana knew something others did not. Her grandmother Maria, who lived in a village on an island, had taught her this before she passed away. She had told her just one sentence — a sentence Hana never repeated to anyone. One day, the worst drought in fifty years struck the town. Parks turned yellow, fountains dried up, people waited in lines for water. That evening, Hana sat on the floor of her room, surrounded by jars, and for the first time opened the oldest one — the one she had filled with her grandmother on the last day they were together. When she opened the lid, she smelled something that stopped her in her tracks...
