Sindbad in the Underworld, in 2036
“What are you doing there, you poor soul?” The morose grunt was uttered by the ferryman of the nether world whose long thin beard was waved ruefully by the weak wind of sighs of the damned souls as he noticed that Sindbad tried to make some room with his elbows on the crowded bark carrying the souls to the other bank.
“I’d like to do some Yoga work-out to calm down… It makes me so blue to see all this misery…”
“What? Yoga work-out? What for, damn you? It’s already quite immaterial for you whether you calm down or not, you were sent here to cry, weep and sob till the end of times, and not in order to pamper your damned soul here for me,” the ferryman said and began to row as a madman. He handled his oar so vehemently that they arrived at the other bank
