CHAPTER I
October 1, 2030, Chapel indefinitely
It was late September 2009 and the money was almost finished.
After six months of development in Siberia, where I had deluded myself that low temperatures had a chilling effect on the budget, I found myself a few weeks of financial lethargy.
Perspective was more likely to shut up like a clam in my cave and wait for mild spring temperatures nomadic instinct of the masses to awaken residents, putting in motion the machinery of reservations, reverting to generate money.
Money without even seeing them live, I received in the form of pixels and sent to Siberia with a few clicks.
In this regard, I came to the conclusion that if ever there was a historical moment in which it was easy to understand the primacy of the immaterial to the material, the 2000s were.
Then I got an idea. One of those ideas you have when you have no choice but to think really, get rid of the box and let the mind wander.
My scheme was the division between my wanting to be a traveler and my need to be businessmen.
The I passed and it worked. All thanks to an idea.
Unfortunately the same mind that is capable revenue-generating ideas, he can destroy with incredible ease, and I realized a few years later.
But, as Michael Ende would say, that's another story. Continue reading »
