You told me going back to Cagliari would be good for me. You sent me to encourage a research team on cyber security. Well, your plan was for me to steal any good idea, for the Company. I liked you for your hands-on attitude, and because you were cynical, with that sloppy elegance that you affected in your professor’s persona. I’m enjoying the fresh breeze in the circular garden inside the old run-down hospital, holding this poisonous coffee from the vending machine in my hand. It feels like inside an aquarium, and I know that everybody is watching me: long-term patients crawling around, slow walking stretcher-bearers, even the dark benefactors look down at me from the frames in their portraits. You know that we are looking for you, and that they sent me because I know you very well. And yet I feel protected here, these walls radiate anonymity and tranquillity. I know that you've been here, and I will find soon who is hiding you.