A bread seller at day—and at night, a thief.
That was who the leader of the most wanted troupe in Patriargë is.
Dayie.
"My mother named me Dayie which in old Patriargan meant 'Lost'. She named me Lost because she thought I had no future to hold. It had reflected her very own existential crisis."
Dayie had just finished selling bread. The baker had already locked his bakery, and Dayie had gone out with few copper coins, just enough to buy one stale bread. She proceeded to keep them, nonetheless. She walked towards the aisle of Patriargë and watched the setting sun to the sea. It was indeed a spectacle to look at.
Their country was beautiful for foreigners because they haven't seen the ugliness within it.
Or they refuse to see it.
Dayie was a witness to both the beauty of Patriargë and its ugliness.
"One apple, please."
"Two copper coins for that… oh, four."
