Zepp drives his new car slowly."Move"! he heard the screams of the police. He was shocked. What did he do wrong?He turned his head, it was not at him but at the other rider. He breathed a sigh of relief.So he drove with more speed that moment.Before Zepp blinked his eyes, the incident passed quickly long moments before he realized and was able to understand what he was seeing through the rearview mirror. It was clear that one policewoman officer and three male police officers got the man into the police car after putting the handcupp on his wrists . Who is that man? Zepp shuddered before accelerating his car towards the rest area.He stopped his car in front of a nice cafe .He is a regular customer at the cafe as he knew the owner.Meridian or Merida.He calls her by her nickname ,Mer.Some guys having their cups of hot drinks with cigarettes.A bit smoky then.Zepp picked a small table and waiting for a waiter to come .A few people were watching tv available there .A cartoon was

He shuddered and suddenly got so scared. Or maybe Zepp helped him.. maybe the dog had just fought with a snake or a other fierce big dog... don't know. He tried to erase those thoughts and walked around looking for a small saw. But he couldn't find one. Zepp opened the window more widely .He took a long deep breath and closed his eyes for some moments before opening them again slowly.He was watching those leaves hanging on the branches beautifying the trees at their standstill brown earth .Some dry twigs scattered under them and he fancied those invisible deep roots which terminate the life and death of the visible spectrum. When the time come they gonna be yellowish then falling to the ground. Are they sad when separating to the place they rooted ? Maybe..as while they swinging on air It looks like endless muteness. Maybe a falling leave wish to come back to it But it seems a dream..nice dream or nightmare. Dear Lord..life is such a beauty in pain and joy. Zepp remembered

" All they wanted was nothing more than to enslave everyone in order to be a small group of elites who can continuously command the people, arrange everyone to remain submissive and obedient to them ", said Zepp. He spoke to Petro, the dog with the body wounds that have not healed yet. Petro sat with its loyal and sad look, as if he understood what the man was telling it. Zepp rubbed it just before he got up, took some canned meat for him. He would be out in an hour to take Petro to the vet. He wanted the dog to be healthy and fat. When he ate the can of meat, Zepp was sad because Petro only ate a little. "You eat very little. Your appetite is bad." He said, then put a little container filled with drinking water for him. He still wanted to talk to Petro. Sipping his coffee, he walked out of the courtyard followed by Petro. How quiet the courtyard was, as lonely as the house itself. He looked around. The rusty old fence still kept last night's raindrops. Bast just fixed his bed

"Are u interested in staying here while l am away ?" asked Zepp. Nerida likes places with all that mysterious touch, he knew it well. She didn't answer straight away. In stead ,she looked at the high white clouds above the old house. It's lie a beautiful fiction of a well written nature mixed up in such historical vibes. Shyly she touched a part of the rusty gate . " Maybe I need to see inside first " . She said finally,which responded by a movement in soundless steps.He took her hand to guide her in. At first she saw Petro that barked at her but Zepp gesture it not to. She patted that pet before looking around the rooms. "What do you think? "He said,then went on, "Well, don't be shy as this is your opportunity to explore your curiosity on what's happening here long ago ..". Nerida smiled thinly . Everyone intrigued by him and this house but none actually care . Maybe she did care . She had a feeling of inferiority complex ,that's for sure ..why ?A realization that

City life always perform mixes of the have and have nots.Look at those pretty big mansions where behind them are alleys with the narrow slums area and densed ugly houses which look like a row of ugly boxes ,ugly cements and rusty zinc roof and the kids play and yell.....the fact that system and the social condition have never changed. Over there ,huge buildings ,hotels and malls with other construction and skyscrapers. A figure passing the alley in a hurry.He put on a green cap .Some kids bullied him about his big moustache and big hands.If he reacted to be angry,the kids would laugh and escape .He would chase one of them and scold him . "Good morning Bast" ,an old woman greeted him from an opened window .He just smiled at her and waved his hand then went to the next alley before getting to the main road . He called a taxi heading to a new adress where he got an order to make some reparations on the house . Again he read the adress .Yes ,two more blocks .That was it .It was Zepp o