Ali was a lonely man after Miriam left and went away. He would sit under a tree and weep bitterly since he never received any letters in his life. The post office became Ali's place of pilgrimage where he would arrive first every morning to check for a letter, occupying a corner seat. Though there were never any letters for him, the postman and others would call out his name for fun to see him jump up, and Ali returned daily with boundless faith but always empty handed, being considered mad by everyone.