Fear the great gifts! So, you lived without bothering yourself - you caught fish, beat a crocodile, collected coconuts. The wife is a beauty, the kids are running tanned along the beach. And then - bam! Box. And in it: a receiver with batteries, a flashlight with colored glass, a pair of shorts with T-shirts. The joyful ones jumped in, put on colorful pants, and ran to the Field of Leaders to show off. And it’s good if in your tribe the exorcism procedure is simple - hold it in the smoke of a fire for an hour until the demons become unbearable, and they, wagging their tails, leave your smoked carcass and let you go. But, after all, options are possible. And don’t say that you are not like that, and that you, and your leaders, have been wearing your own pants with batteries for a hundred years now. Flashlights, they are different!