Tino looked out on the land. He looked and said "That… is land. A free land. Unlike me." And he shed a tear because that's all he really is. A man who cries a lot. 'Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do...' he thought.
He saw a guy with glasses. He looked like a navy officer. How Tino wanted to be in the navy, singing a lot of songs and looking at the sea because Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
"Ex'use m'" the man said in Swedish. It was apparent he was Swedish because of all the ways he slipped when he spoke. "D' y' h' a' I'?"
He was clearly asking for his identification. " O-Of course I do…" he said as he held out his identification that was too big for his hand. Tino was very small. 3'0 at least. He didn't care though, because It's funny how much of the miseries of this world are caused by short people –they are so much more quick-tempered and difficult to get on than the tall ones.
The man took his identification with his giant hand. It was…so warm… Tino thought. Tino smiled. Then the giant man stared at him and said "I''m B'rwld"
Tino smiled and said "T-t-tino"
Than Tino was grabbed by the giant man. "Yo'u ar' mine wife 'n'ow" and then tino screamed but complied because he thought it was kind of as those Americans called it 'hot'.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
They then got into a car and it started to drive…
Hello my friends! I am back! This story may be a little unconventional.
There are no buts.