Welcome to the eighth issue of Eszter’s Weekly Elephant! We hope your week has been pleasant so far! Let's dive into this week's topics. First of all, let's play a little! I ask everyone to imagine waking up in the middle of nowhere, in the Colorado mountains during winter. In the vicinity, there are only trees, a stream, and a single makeshift hut. The hut stands empty. It's cold outside, so the only logical decision is to go inside and look around. Inside the hut, there's an iron stove with a small door for inserting firewood, a bed with a few crumpled blankets, a chair, and a pocketknife on the table. It starts to snow outside, and it gets colder in the hut. Clearly, it's necessary to start a fire, so you step outside to look for something to burn. Behind the hut, logs are piled up, but each is much larger than the stove's door where the wood should be inserted. No axe can be found, so you reluctantly start to whittle some wood shavings from one of the logs with the knife found in the hut. An hour passes, your fingers freeze, and you gather only three or four handfuls of small wood pieces. Obviously, this won't last through the night, so you decide the knife is unfit for the task and discard it.
Eszter’s Weekly Elephant: Issue #8
Eszter’s Weekly Elephant: Issue #8
Eszter’s Weekly Elephant: Issue #8
Welcome to the eighth issue of Eszter’s Weekly Elephant! We hope your week has been pleasant so far! Let's dive into this week's topics. First of all, let's play a little! I ask everyone to imagine waking up in the middle of nowhere, in the Colorado mountains during winter. In the vicinity, there are only trees, a stream, and a single makeshift hut. The hut stands empty. It's cold outside, so the only logical decision is to go inside and look around. Inside the hut, there's an iron stove with a small door for inserting firewood, a bed with a few crumpled blankets, a chair, and a pocketknife on the table. It starts to snow outside, and it gets colder in the hut. Clearly, it's necessary to start a fire, so you step outside to look for something to burn. Behind the hut, logs are piled up, but each is much larger than the stove's door where the wood should be inserted. No axe can be found, so you reluctantly start to whittle some wood shavings from one of the logs with the knife found in the hut. An hour passes, your fingers freeze, and you gather only three or four handfuls of small wood pieces. Obviously, this won't last through the night, so you decide the knife is unfit for the task and discard it.