Chapter 27Ford’s thoughts flew toward rivers, seas and rain. He watched them from behind his filthy window, safe within something which at first seemed to him as his old, well-known little home. Suddenly, the window turned into a black panel and Ford fretted. The light in the house completely vanished and discomfort overpowered the brittle man, but just an instant later the sun shone with its full summer glow and Ford’s modest wooden home found itself on a small parcel of land surrounded by endless water. The baffled Ford couldn’t understand how he abruptly got there, but the creepy sense of uneasiness started to slowly leave him and he let out a sigh of relief. The windows were wide open and the fresh air was powering his weary lungs, purifying them from the scourge of the fetid tobacco s
