Confrontation

The sun is rising beyond the horizon line, I forgot my umbrella at home. My legs are short, my steps small. The person I am looking for is probably inside the castle that I am looking at. What else do you want me to describe?

As soon as Rômulo gave me the name I wanted, I left his shop. Starting my way towards the castle walls.

Did he want to say anything else to me? If he did, I don't care.

The square is no longer so silent, merchants start to come and passers-by go.

The light makes everything more irritating. Things get hotter and the red colour that spreads through the skin is more vivid.

And now here we are.

Being in front of these walls still gives me a strange feeling.

The first time I passed them, they seemed like a strange place for strange people. The time I was kicked out, they seemed horrendously strange to me. Now they just look weird.

As they are always tall, and made of imposing white bricks.

What bothers me are the flags with engraved gold letters, the words tha