Your hands hold a lonely city.
I started from one temporary residence and rushed to another temporary residence.
Here's what happened: A provider who had just become my previous owner offered me a free place to sleep on the condition that I would cook for him for free and be available when he called. I readily agreed. There is never a free lunch in the world. And I have no losses, I also need to fill my stomach. I lived with him for several days and nights, and he said that eating your cooking is a difficult task, and I have never liked this challenge. So, you find another homeowner.
So, I'm now running towards another place where I can sleep. It's also free. Of course there are requirements. Her request was that I tell her a story every day. And cannot be repeated. And it must be exciting and catchy. I hesitated for a moment and nodded again. Because I'm broke. I don't have the courage to lie down drunk on the street. The moment I nodded, I saw what could be called a treacherous light flashing in the eyes of the person who was about to become the owner of my house. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .