The day was hot and for Santiago even more. He was inside an oven ready to be cremated. The coffin was halfway burning and even though he was thin, he was tall too, and at some point, the coffin would burn in the corner where he was placed.

"HA!... I escaped almost being burned again. This life is not for me. Arlin should stop calling me for things like that."

Before the part of the coffin he occupied caught fire, Santiago stamped his feet on that aluminium sieve for the ashes. Santiago managed to escape death for the thousandth time.

"And with this one, that's 1000. Not 100 cats have as many lives as I do."

Santiago was in the middle of the desert, and he was wearing a burial suit. His business associates must have thought he was dead. It was used for this type of work. Where his life would be put on the line to succeed.

"TSSSSPP!" Santiago after sucking the tip of his finger

"If I walk 30 mins south I'll find a resort, I remember going there with an Arab Sheikh when we were riding o