Strangers in time of innovation

Loneliness made her up to 8 000 year ruins of this overcrowded city where she has been living for over 27 years. Irene had her own stone amongst Roman theater well-restorered amphitheatre decorated rows of marble and columns above the modern world thinkers and mole inadequate addicted people. A drone threw overhead and drew her nervous. An adler sported from ancient stone to a modern decorations, roaming around like Irene's thoughts. She wanted to see Henry Cavill from a new "Enola Holmes" film and opened Arthur Conan Doyle's book. Her dissipated eyes mentioned the story entitled " Scandals in Bohemia ". Even though she dreamed to see comprehensive people, Irene was tunneled into time machine to the No-time country. Her iPhone stopped working but still was in her handbag. It was a dark place. Somebody persecuted her for her jewellery and so perilously had tracked Irene on her puzzlement of new old environment and she startled on Baker street. The men there on armchair and tobacco vapours shadowing his face called her name. Irene heard Aireen or something English so she was looking around speechless. Revealing of this situation wasn't her business. She smiled and hushed in expectsnce.