If you were a child growing up in the Village of Tchingiler, there is a good chance that your father worked in the silk industry. And fastened up in your attic above where you slept were wide shallow boxes covered with mess or cloth. Within were your family's silk worms and their favorite food, the leaves from mulberry trees. In the late spring as you were eating breakfast outside the fruit from the tree as well as fresh yogurt
On a clear day you could see Mt. Olympus and at its foothills, orchards of various fruits.
At night when all was quiet, just as you were to fall asleep you could hear the silkworms above in the attic munching and crunching on their intrinsic delicacy. The rhythmic sounds would drown out all your other thoughts and soon you would be fast asleep.