Once upon a time there was a big mountain.

It was so big, probably the biggest mountain in the universe.

Below the big mountain was a little village and in the village lived a little boy, Michael.

Everyday, when Michael got up in the morning, he went outside, he looked up to the mountain and he thought: “this must be the biggest mountain in the whole world”.

The mountain was so big that it threw it's shadow on the village and on Michael and it seemed like there was always darkness upon the village.

One day, when Michael was a little older he left the village.

He toured the world, he saw other mountains, but none was as big as the mountain he knew.

On his tour he met some wise people. He talked to them, he learnt from their wisdom and he understood better.

After some years he decided to go back to his village.

When he approached the village he noticed that it was not so dark anymore and when he approached the mountain, he was amazed, the mountain was not big at all. It certainly was not bigger than the other mountains he had seen in his travelling.

And Michael said: ”I did not know that mountains can shrink…”