That day was Sunday and like every Sunday our dear protagonist loved to take it easy, relax, not think, not have problems, and avoid any kind of problems. So even though the blonde in the elevator had just taken a photo of him, he very calmly told her :

“Why did you take a photo? I'm not photogenic. Well, I would like to tell you the truth" and he whispered softly in her ear:

“I don't like being ...

Since I left, I have grown a beard, my skin is darker because I spend an hour in the sun every morning, I go around with a backpack on my shoulder and I wander around the most beautiful islands in the world. I disappeared from circulation. Only my agent knows something about me, he hears from me every now and then because I send him my lyrics, otherwise no one knows where I am. I like this very mu...

I look out of the window of this warm room, the lights of the houses opposite are on, there are people eating, some watching TV and some playing cards in the living room. I am alone, I approach the desk, turn on my tablet and write. Today was a cold day, the rain pushed me to return to the hotel, even though I would have gladly liked to stay around a little longer to observe, browse and experience...