Tia and I walk for quite a while. Compared to Sherwin and me, who stay under a tree that could shade us, Tia mentions that they created a place to stay, not as comfortable as the outside world but it is still better than nothing. I don’t get the reason for it though. I mean, we will only be here for a month or less. Are they planning to stay here their whole life? For me, it just sounds stupid. “There,” Tia points. I shift my attention to where she’s pointing at. Truthfully, it really is a better place than a tree shade or a cave. It’s still the fifth day, but they have already a treehouse built and are constructing the second and third one. The structure and skeleton of the house is the tree itself, and they just added walls made of rough wood or broad leaves. The roof is also made of