Under the clouds When I was a child, my buddies and I used to play in a ruined house located in our neighborhood. Given that the stairs were disappeared many years ago, we would climb up the wall in order to arrive to the roof. There, we spend hours watching the clouds and chatting about not important things. We could feel that sort of liberty that, finally, time steals from you. To be honest, access was very dangerous, and we were risking our lives every time we went there.