Nino Vita
We do better together (3) Signs of Life !
For some time I walked along the deserted port looking for "Life" when, to my amazement, I saw a small bar made of wood with Mexican decorations and a fish stall. There were some "Mojitos" on the bar, as if they had just been made, but what intrigued me was the absence of people in the place, and it occurred to me that something scared the people who were here and they had to flee.
I was tempted to grab one of those delicious looking "Mojitos" and drink it, as the many days I spent sailing the seas of SL left me with almost no food and drink, but I didn't. I didn't know how long they had been there, what they were made of, or what had happened that they were left on the counter.
The fish in the stall were fresh, as if they had just been caught and put up for sale, but on my approach to the harbor I didn't see any fishing boats, not even when I arrived at the harbor. I thought about picking some fish and leaving some Lindens as payment, but I thought the same way I thought about the "Mojitos" and I didn't after all. There was still a lot of sea to sail home and I could always catch some fish on the boat.
The wind was blowing from the West, and it brought me the smell of freshly cooked food, and due to my gastronomic experience of tasting traditional dishes in the ports where I stopped, my nose "told me" that it was Asian food. Almost at the bottom of the harbor I had seen a mini Snack-Bar with illuminated signs. The smell coming from that place activated my HUNGER sensors, my belly was asking for food... so... I decided to walk towards the Snack-Bar to try to eat something... when... I heard a meow not very far from the place where I was and as I approached the meow became more intense... there was no doubt that there... was life in that place.
To be continued...
We do better together (3) Signs of Life !
For some time I walked along the deserted port looking for "Life" when, to my amazement, I saw a small bar made of wood with Mexican decorations and a fish stall. There were some "Mojitos" on the bar, as if they had just been made, but what intrigued me was the absence of people in the place, and it occurred to me that something scared the people who were here and they had to flee.
I was tempted to grab one of those delicious looking "Mojitos" and drink it, as the many days I spent sailing the seas of SL left me with almost no food and drink, but I didn't. I didn't know how long they had been there, what they were made of, or what had happened that they were left on the counter.
The fish in the stall were fresh, as if they had just been caught and put up for sale, but on my approach to the harbor I didn't see any fishing boats, not even when I arrived at the harbor. I thought about picking some fish and leaving some Lindens as payment, but I thought the same way I thought about the "Mojitos" and I didn't after all. There was still a lot of sea to sail home and I could always catch some fish on the boat.
The wind was blowing from the West, and it brought me the smell of freshly cooked food, and due to my gastronomic experience of tasting traditional dishes in the ports where I stopped, my nose "told me" that it was Asian food. Almost at the bottom of the harbor I had seen a mini Snack-Bar with illuminated signs. The smell coming from that place activated my HUNGER sensors, my belly was asking for food... so... I decided to walk towards the Snack-Bar to try to eat something... when... I heard a meow not very far from the place where I was and as I approached the meow became more intense... there was no doubt that there... was life in that place.
To be continued...