In a square full with tremendous and luxuriant cars that where looking like hoses in an ancient town that would have marble as base of the houses , gold for doors and windows, the walls that would shine from the well done wood, in all sort of exotic colors, and instead of flowers the garden would be filled with statues with the owners of the houses.
This center of opulence, sound like a dream for us common beings,but..
- All this houses look nice... but only if you take them one by one, in the big picture they just look like someone copy pasted the photo of a dog and just added a different hat.
Those word were coming from a not to shabby, for a commoner, house that was sitting on the Bach street on number 5 in the same neighborhood described early.
And the one who said the was, a bald 24 yrs old man, that would usually watch on the window so he could make the time passe in a place out of his place.
But soon enough his expectations were reached, the ring of his bell, made him rush from the window to the lowest level of the house to answer to the door himself.
And he was more the overwhelmed of joy, to see the person that is standing in front of him and his persuasive voice saying in a high attitude:
- Oy ! Hennry.
- How are you doing Robert?
- Is Robet you Peasant!!
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