A brother came to an elder and said: „Father, the soaked rusk has no taste at all.”

The elder asked: „How long have you been eating it?”

„Three years, Father.”

„And only now you notice? I have eaten it for forty, and every day I still discover what it lacks. But tell me, what do you eat it with?”

„With water, Father.”

„No, you eat it with your thoughts. Yesterday I saw you chewing and smiling. There was no rusk there. It was roast lamb.”

The brother blushed. And the elder said: „The cook of the desert has only one spice, and it is not bought, only awaited: hunger. Whoever lacks it sets his memories on the table, and even those come without salt.”