Literature
An anarchistic Trip II
It was a nice and warm day in Eurasia, a continent of the planet earth, or Terra, how visitors called it. The earth was the home of many humans, of course there were also other words where humans were born but this was the only world that only accommodated humans.
As Nina opened her eyes, she was standing on a small hill, the air was stroking around her face and the birds were singing around somewhere, but something different caught her attention; small piece of paper was inside of her pocket, and it was definitely not her own. She took it out and began to read it;
Dear traveler,
welcome on Terra, we hope you will have a nice time here. Pl