Aris feared nothing, the bearded man said. His father disappeared in the waters and he would too, one day, he believed, but not on the day when he boarded the ship carrying a heavy crate which contained fifty hand written books. Aris laid the crate next to his berth and went on the bridge to look around. The ship was filled to capacity with clothes, machines to measure the passing of time, maps in long wooden boxes and food and water for the first leg of the trip.


About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae

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