“I need to get away,” said the woman to the travel agent. “I need a change!” “Well,” said Mr. Yellow, touching his glasses with frames made of almond tree. “Let me see, what do we have this season. How do you feel about flying? You’ll see much bigger picture from above,” said Mr. Yellow. “You mean, just flying?” she asked, looking confused. “Yes, just high up there, like an eagle. First class top-notch service!” “Ummh …” sighed the woman, “I can’t afford business class,” and continued going through the travel catalogue in her hands. “No problem!” said Mr. Yellow and touched his almond frames again, “I can double your funds.” Behind the window autumn leaves were flying by.