It’s the last day of the year of 2015. Midnight is approaching. Underneath his apartment, a party is going on for few hours. Music is played with people talking loudly. Compare to that festivity, his apartment is silent. He’s sitting at his desk, his back facing the noises. Since the beginning of the evening, he focuses on the clockwise. The ticking of the little one. Ten seconds. The crowd beneath him started the countdown. He is waiting for the year to change. He wanted to begin a new year so that he can put his project in motion. Five seconds. This last year was all wandering. The one that is about to come will be the year of action, he thought. One second. Fireworks are sparkling in the dark night. Midnight. One second. The crowd is screaming:
HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2015!!!!
2016 has begun. Supposedly. Wait…2015?