So he was sitting in the cafe, watching out of that glass door. Though the view he was watching was the same one he watched yesterday, and the day before. And the month before. But this time he wasn't looking though the door. He was looking at the door. He always knew that the kinda life he is looking for is way too difficult to achieve in this safe house. Where the food menu repeated itself within the week. Where all conversations ended up in gossips, Where nobody truly respected anybody. Here people came for fetching money from a well, and always ended up drowning instead. "Hows's the weekend?", Somebody asked him, and he gave the typical answer, as expected. The life was encapsulated in five days, with a sugar coating of weekdays. But apparently this medicine was not at all good for health. Rather it was making him lazy, and was taking him away from his pyramids. The pyramids, he was thinking about them for a while. They were his dreams, to r