CHAPTER 11
Freedom with a Mask
My mind and my consciousness zipped in and out of the wormhole between time and space.
“Senor, do you want to pay for your room now, it will be fifty pesos for a month,” said the Spanish Inn Keeper, at the bar. Behind the Inn Keeper was a long shelf filled with bottles of beer, wine and other alcohol. There was a long row of grimy yellow beer mugs and wine glasses. It seemed to me that I had gone back in time to 1893 in Spain, as I glanced at a poster on the wall of a Circus in the town.
“Seize him,” shouted the voice of the Captain of the Guards. I turned around and saw a stout and short Captain of the guards with long whiskers pointing his sword at me as he waved to his group of ten smartly dressed soldiers to capture me. These men looked like tin soldi
