Тhe houses stood on top of the cliffs observing the sea. The big waves were constantly destroying the narrow footpaths and stairs reaching down from the steep slope. Perhaps they were angry at their destiny – forever crawling at the feet of the town. But from up there, somewhere in the middle of the land, the views were different. It looked like the sea had taken the houses, the streets, the trees and the people on its waves and was carrying them to a distant and unknown shore.