While I was walking away the streets of Ponderland, a swift yet chilly winter breeze was forplaying with my long, dark brown locks surrounding my distant expression. I was feeling quite tired after such a long night during which sleep abandoned my whereabouts, pages of a half historical, half mythical book tried its best to drift me away as one of the endless quarrels of my Granny and uncle kept raping the stillness of the house. Yesterday, was supposed to be my uncle's birthday. It was supposed to be one of those very few moments we were going to practice the art of being a family no matter how we feel against each other inside. If only my uncle's crisis did not interfere and his biology's need to take a few more Akinetons did not arise...