Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages.
It's a different world in the dark interior There are dreams of sun, rain, summer, and the colors and tunes of spring present a mirror world full of butterflies and pests. Each pack waits to tell its inside story to an expectant connoisseur and waits eagerly for a sigh of relief.
As the wind rolls on cloned and genetically modified fruits appear new entrepreneurs present newer packs modern people enjoy never-before taste. Every now and then new vistas open up, the two worlds spin side by side.