It was a sultry day, the kind that made you curse the world, or rather the sun, the earth and your noisy children plus, why not, your noisy neighbors that were working on producing some of their own.
It was the kind of day when you would be dreaming of an air conditioner if you didn't have it or would want to stay under some shade with cold drinks. Just like the ones that were under the sun beside cars that had stopped in the wide empty field before the big countryside mansion, with the ones in suits envying the one in shirts and t-shirts, the ones in shirts and t-shirts envying the ones with naked upper bodies and the latters themselves envying their bosses that were inside, away from their sufferings, but much less than the close guards the latter had brought inside.
