And then !!There was a knock at the door . I was startled and by train of thoughts vanished with that knock … I asked who it was and the answer was ...Mr.Bajpai , or hostels warden . I quickly hid my cigarette packet , lighter and ashtray and opened the door .“Good evening , Mr.Bajpai . ” I said with a sleepy tone“Good evening , Virat . I would like you to meet your roommate , Sahil Kulkarni . ““You !! “, I said , startled because the man of my dreams was standing in front of me ,with a suitcase. ‘You’re very welcome. Very welcome indeed. I am just hoping…’ He paused to smile at me again then set his wine glass back down on the table so that he could clasp my hand between both of his. ‘I am hoping that maybe I’ve done enough to persuade you to come to Italy. We could have many more dinners together at my house in Treviso.’ I held my breath. This was it then. He wanted my decision. I stared down at our entwined fingers, somewhat taken aback to see them linked that way. For all I was used. “The last one I passed through was three days ago. They have supplies, but they require some coin. I saw the body of a brigand that had tried to rob the general goods store. His head is on a pike in front of the store and the body is in a crow’s cage along the road leading this way as a warning to any would-be thieves,” said Ledger without stopping.“Did you stop?” asked one of the men.“I used my last coppers to get a bit of road jerky,” said Ledger. He didn’t want to give these men any reason. You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant.