The Letters To The Other World .

The Indian tribe buries a courier, in other words, a messenger. Someone who transmits messages. He was placed in a boat right next to all kinds of necessary items: the food, extra clothes, a bow and some arrows. This ceremony is observed by an elderly scholar - European. His name is John. He is watching the ceremony with his arms being crossed. He is grim and thinks about something that is on his mind. Being at this funeral brings him a melancholy thought because not so long time ago his wife passed away. Meanwhile the old tribal leader comes to John and stands right next to him with a solemn silence. He knows that the European will ask questions because that is his job.
Indeed, John notes that there is his bag on deceased's chest with a piece of an interesting embroidery, and many members of the tribe come and put something like twisted beads into the bag. He asks the leader what it means and the leader willingly explains it,” it is the letters to relatives. You know, we all have our relatives in the other world (in the Land of the Eternal Hunt, presumably). Unfortunately the relationship with them is frankly difficult. And when there is a new dead, you can send a message or some sort of parcel with him to your relatives. Especially - adds the leader - Quick Feet during his lifetime was the best of our messengers and he always delivered mail to the address. I am sure he will not fail this time too. I ,too, send a message to my father and mother with him.”
Then he shows to the researcher complicatedly tied alignment thread on which there are strung tightly colorful dried berries. He says, “ Other tribes use nodules, too, so and we sometimes do, but in general we have decided to make letters from the berries. They can put them in...

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...of letters were taken out from the bag. Part of the berries limped and fell off, some were gnawed or eaten by river inhabitants, thread messed up. The tribe shaman laid them on a flat stone and thoughtfully examined, time to time letting the tribe members of his thoughts and findings.
“I told you that Quick feet was the best of our messengers!”, the leader happily pushed researcher in the ribs.
“You see, he did not only deliver the letter, but even brought us the answer!”, the leader added.
John silently opened his envelope. The paper spreaded of the fingers and the ink flowed. Nothing could be dismantled or read.Suddenly he noticed at the top of the letter legible letter "M". Quickly run through the letter he found a few scattered letters - slightly blurred, but clearly visible. Only 6 letter.
"My Fool..." And at the bottom of the sheet - two points and brackets.