China and Serbia walk down a not very specific background. "So I have been working on my agriculture recently. I try not to work on Orthodox holidays but..."
Her guest frowns and glances away. She stops and asks concerned: "Something wrong?"
"Oh no. Well, maybe. You have been talking a lot about your religion...You're not a fanatic, are you?" he asks slowly.
Serbia blinks. "Huh! You mean, like...Oh no, no, no" she chuckles frantically waving her arms. "Let me explain."
The scene turns to a dusty road with dark stormy clouds above it. The frail figure, resembling her frame, trudges though with an old fashioned over-the-shoulder bag. The handles are long and thin to the point of almost slicing through her shoulder. Despite the bags average size, it is so heavy that is ploughs the earth behind her, making it hard to pull.
"It seems like every time my special set of skills is required, there are some evil people who want me to forget who I am. I don't know why. Perhaps it is easier to make me do their bidding when I am ignorant of what I am supposed to be."
A huge rock comes flying out of nowhere and hits the figure over the back of her head. She falls to the ground unconscious. Waking up again, the frail figure grabs her head in pain. Blood pours down her fingers. She looks around disoriented and sees the bag. Looking inside, she finds some old letters, church documents and photos. She smiles lovingly, ready to continue her journey.
"It helps me regain my memories and inspires me to be better. Sure, it can never remember the whole picture but it does help me to steer me in the right direction. I have some scripts that are from the 10th century and older, you know" she states boastful.
"Hmm" China adds unimpressed.
"And every time I feel hard times ahead, I just hold it tighter, knowing it will get me though it."
"You could've just said that part about helping you remember" he says as the image pops like a balloon.
"Well, this way it's more poetic" she says annoyed. "And plus, I'm actually proud of how many things it got right" she says smiling.
"That's nice...So, you were telling me about your products..."
"Yes...I have been making some goat cheese and honey..."
"Excellent!" he claps his hands. "I'm interested. Can you make a million tone a year?"
With a sweat drop and a nervous chuckle, she replies: "Wow, that's a lot of mouths to feed."
"Tell me about it" he replies puffing. "I have to work hard every year only to put food on the table. At one point, I had to kill all the pests, like rats, flies, mosquitos and sparrows just so there would be more."
She covers her mouth and looks at him with wide horrified eyes. "You killed sparrows?!" she whispers sad. "Why would you kill such resilient little creatures?"
Waving his arm defensively, China chuckles nervous. "In my defence. I didn't know others would make such a big deal about it."