I look at the clock the red eyes is pointing to.
—I am late! — I run to the door, but then I remember.
—We are not done, ok? I will come back! — I look at him, he is not listening to me. Anyway, I will come back.
I wave a goodbye to Naukar and leave the house.
The sun is already at its peak and the square is full of merchants and costumers.
The sky is clear and people happy, it is a good day. But I am late!
I run across the square as fast as I can. I run into a lady and trip over her fruit basket. Now there are pears juice in my boots. I get up, I can't be late!
The guards take too long to open the gate. I jump to a low wall where I can grab a roof railing. The lady I ran over is still chasing me and now shouting bad words at me. I deserve it.
But Daddy has only 45 minutes to hear
