MEETING WITH ELISA
After travelling a few miles under the scorching sun of the Iranian desert, Helium never expected to run into a beautiful woman.
She was of medium height, had long brown hair and was wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt. She appeared as if by magic in front of his Caravel; her raised arms were a clear signal for help. For a moment, she thought it was a mirage, but realising the excellent mental and physical condition and comfort she enjoyed inside her luxurious Caravel, she discarded the hypothesis.
It seemed like a mirage to the woman too, when she saw that tank with so many flags on it, including the Italian flag, but nevertheless she did not hesitate an instant to come out of the bush, where she had hidden to escape her captors.
Elio, stunned by that unus
