>and when the man came to this unknown new area there he spotted a many campfires
>he walked up to one and asked them :'' Gentlemen, what is this country and who are you?''
>one of them looked up from grinding a knife against a stone and replied:''This is the area where we sc/out/s live, this country has no name for it is no country, this is nature''
>The man was appalled by this answer:'' What do you mean this is no country? Do you have no laws, no borders, no leaders?''
>The /out/law laughed at him, ''Of course we have laws, friend, nature dictates how we live, the wind, the rain, the sun, the animals they make our laws; as for borders, we have none, what sense lies in drawing a line that we cannot pass when every other being of nature ignores these borders of yours and travels freely according to their physical boundaries?''
>Our traveller had trouble accepting this, but he saw a strange logic in this, it interested him
>''Bring me to your chieftain, for I demand to know more about this way of life!", he exclaimed
>Suddenly the men around the campfire burst in laughter, one of them, sitting on a branch above the man said grinningly:'' Well, you certainly came to the right place stranger, for we all are chieftains''
>''How can you all be chieftains, there can only be one ruler, one leader!''
>''Yes, we all are kings, kings of our own lives''
>shocked, the man sat down at the fire and stayed all night with those strange men
