I almost fell down...Breathless I try to say
-That...- wasn't ...fair!!! I grin slightly and sit on the floor. I knew it was actually perfectly fair. He was a son of Hermes... The God's "Postman" -as I always call Hermes when I talk about him- is faster than light!!! So do his sons... After a while, I stood up leaning to the door and walked towards the corridor to my bunk. I pulled my bag and I opened it carefully taking out a heavy file with sketches.
-Here, I told him. Take this at first. Some sketches I've done while I was travelling here. This is an imaginary Camp I said pointing one of the papers and this... is the sunset above the smoothed sea...I looked him to see if he liked them in real.