At the top of Monte Urpinu I am enjoying the evening light on the pond and the beach, with the sky changing shades of reds. They ensured me that huge flocks of flamingos will fly over here, crossing to reach the ponds on the other part of town. Now I'm hanging from your lips, too many people are watching me: the Company, the military, the Chinese and others that I haven’t seen, but I feel them watching. Ortiz joins me, in a notary voice informs me that my mission is over. Someone filed the pattern for our new blockchain design, we have both lost and you have disappeared, probably boarded a fishing boat, assuming they haven’t killed you after ripping your access codes. I'm relieved thinking they might have not found you, and desperately worried that might have. Now I'm rooting for you, dreaming of finding you tanned and with a long beard waiting for the waves on a beach, or surrounded by students in some obscure university. I dream of finding you alive and mocking, like you've always been. And I know, this is not the end of it.