He thought this village was the farthest from God and from the state. After that, although he knew he would see nothing, whenever his glass was erect, he would stare at the slopes buried in the darkness, wanting to climb to the highest point and see the places that lay beyond the forests, the plateaus, and the pastures. Then he returned his gaze to the plain and looked for a long time at the horizon that gave one the feeling of never reaching it. Then, a cloud of ridiculous thoughts crossed his mind. For example, he thought of demolishing those mountains so that God could see this village, or at least so that the state could turn its head and look at this village even once. After that, he immediately repented, believing that he had belittled the greatness of God. He muttered all the names of God’s prophets that he knew: merchant, blacksmith, wrestler, and doctor. Perhaps there was no need to drink so much. The state would arrive today or tomorrow, without waiting for anyone's invitation, and would deploy its forces in the heart of the plains. It would raise its flag in one of these places and complete its presence, and then it would arrive and stand in front of the mukhtar's office. Undoubtedly, the elderly would be the most astonished by this sudden miracle. This was because they had heard since childhood that the irrigation canals would be opened. They had been talking about it for years. Even at election time, it was said that some of the representatives would come to the plain and argue over whether the canals should pass through here or there. They might even have marked their locations by driving stakes and pulling strings. Of course, none of the villagers saw the men who came to the plain. In fact, they couldn't have seen them because, by the time they reached them, the men had already gotten into their cars and returned to the capital.