Being part of the entertaining system was never easy. Once, on his way to the conference meeting rooms, Peace discovered that a big stone he once painted gold was still sitting in his bag. It was too late to go back and leave it in the hotel room, so he decided to hide it somewhere in the city. There was a spot somehow looking like sitting under the bridge. When he approached it, he noticed an old bank window, only accessible through a non -working mechanism that reminded him of an old suitcase. The space between the vault and the bank window seemed to be a perfect place to hide the stone. After doing that he noticed some action and commotion caused by the daily money transit. Seeing so many police and bank officials made him leave the scene. Now he had to find this place on the map and to mark it in order to find his stone later, on the way back to the hotel. A woman stopped and asked if he needed help.
I am not from here, she said, but I know my way around Boston pretty well. I am in Boston, then, he thought. A shaman was speaking in a language so old, that even he himself didn’t understand it.