Fugitive

It was a new day as usual, everyone wakes up as if the night

was a mirage and the only natural thing is to start doing what

you did the day before. Your brain tells you nothing else buta

clear but foggy reminder of what you are expected to be doing

and where you are expected to go, which by now a sapient

mind would have associated with a modern vogue:

programming!

As any day will go especially if it is a hungry one, Tom woke up

yawning. It has been four days of travelling now and he has

alreadiv forontten that he ic in the twentu-firct conturv To ha

yawning. It has been four days of travelling now and he has

already forgotten that he is in the twenty-first century. To be

more precise, it will take a hard time to conjure the image of a

four-legged beast in the form of cars now. It would be easier tor

imagine a three-legged koala for him than a shiny-bodied

Ferrari.

The sun