Mr. Arkadin

I had a dream. I found myself in a graveyard where all the tombstones were marked in a curious way-1822-1826. 1930-34. Always like that. Always a very short time between birth and death. In the graveyard was a very old man. I asked him how it was that he had lived so long, when everyone else in his village had died so young. But, no, he told me this

-"Not that we die early. It is just that here, on our tombstones, we do not count the years of a man's life, but rather the length of time he's kept a friend."

Let's drink to friendship!