There was the old doctor. He was retired already, an old friend of the family that used to work with my father. We were in a small house in a little village, we could listen the chickens of the neighbor. We were walking in a long transit room to room, the house seemed endless. Then we got in an empty room with a big window and we started to practice aikido: receive, return, inside, outside for hours. Tired I approached a corner in the room, he left the room and come back with a bag full of silver coins and emptied on the floor.