I am walking in this small town/village I didn't know very well. I was here only for a while, but it was quite easy to find my way around. This place had been built at the side of a mountain, so there was a main path along the rock walls, sustented by wooden structures, which divided in small paths sometimes. Still, people had to use the main path whenever they were going in or out of the place, as well as to the main areas. Mostly, this path only overlooked the rest of the mountain - a steep downhill - but at some points they had managed to built other places in lower areas, and secondary paths would lead people there. Currently, I'm leaving, and while I do I conveniently think about my life, in a way explaining all the background information that led me there.

It turns out that other than my weekdays job (RL one), I had a secondary job I only did on weekends, which was the one of a traveling salesman. I would take my briefcase and travel to several different towns to sell cheap jewelery. Business wasn't exactly booming, but it wasn't bad either. I apparently had sold most of my stuff to this old man, I believe. As I'm heading out, I remember passing by two men, both elderly, with whom I exchanged a few words.