From his spot by the river, he could see the whole city beneath him. It was a hot summer evening, the end of even hotter day. The flies were buzzing around with their small in size, but enormous for them sense of purpose.
The view was thousands worth one - he could see the park in the far end, a blurred green line on the horizon. In the center, among the gasoline clouds was reaching the e first in the city skyscraper's silhouette . It was a massive tower of glass and iron. Around it were scattered the skeletons of his new brothers to be.
In the same aria there could also be seen the administration buildings and several with historical meaning. Out of the central ring one could hardly notice in the smog the bridges over the river and people's houses. The traffic had now headed from the center to the city's end, because it was the end of the day and most of the workers were going home.
Home. What a strange word to describe a box inside a box inside a box. With a head shake he stood up and left his spot by the river, turning his back on the city. There were way too many things he didn't understand in life, but the most confusing were the people in cities.
With these thoughts in his head, he walked to his hut in between the trees. He inhaled the sweet air with all his lungs, leaving behind the dark mood and entered his small personal paradise in the middle of nothing,