“Where are the people?” the little prince asked, politely.

The flower had once seen a caravan passing.

“People?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - “The Little Prince”