When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich. But I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislau. The Stanislau was like Heaven on Earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests. Soft winds touched the trees. Other men, also looking for gold, had reached these hills many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the hills. But their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislau, all the people were gone. Grass now grew in the streets. The little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day. Then I realized I was not alone after all.