It was them who attacked first, 20th of July, 2069.
CHAPTER ONE: Who is Satoshi Nakamoto?
It was a sunny ordinary Athens day. Abdullah put the last plate he had washed on the table to be dried. Damn dishwasher was broken for the third time this month, but Abdullah's boss never accepted the idea of buying a new dishwasher. This little fisherman's restaurant is a heritage from his father to Mr. Kalamari. If his father had come out of his grave and came to the restaurant, he would probably could not find any difference. Mr. Kalamari is known for his stinginess in Athens. If there was a person in the whole country who was not influenced by the economic crisis of Greece, it was Mr. Kalamari. Abdullah looked out of the window. The repairman he phoned an hour ago was still out of sight. He sat down and lit a cigarette. He pulled out his papers and pen from his pocket, started to write. Half an hour earlier, his hands washing dishes with a sponge, now were drawing a number of mathematical symbols in his papers. Abdullah taught mathematics at a university in Damascus before the war broke out in Syria. The notes he wrote in his notebook took him to the good old days, making him forget the war and the situation he was in. Abdullah slept in the chair when the mechanic came to repair the machine.
To Be Continued...
