The warm rays of the sun illuminated his skin as if he was covered in gold leaf. His green eyes admired the beautiful view opening up to the expanses of Italy. Now he felt so calm, so free. If he had the opportunity, he would have stayed among the warmth of the Italian sun, the beauty of the local ladies and the beauty of the streets until the end of his days.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head, still leaning his hands on the metal railings of the terrace. He smiled, as if he himself were a semblance of the sun.

"Are you awake yet?"