We rode for a few hours before reaching a crossroads, where a vendor stood beside a small light wooden wheelbarrow, filled with pots, pans and cutlery. He was a large, burly man wearing a beaver hat and a light red buttoned shirt and sporting a black mustache. He waved at us, but we ignored him.... Continue Reading →
Waking Up
The darkness parted away like a curtain, revealing a long wooden room, filled with tables and chairs. The image flickered and took a while to form. I had just woken up and could not remember where I was or what I was doing there. However, the glass bottles beside me on the round table indicated... Continue Reading →
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