where_am_i_etude_two fyn gula And he went on like this for days where orchards became deserts and sand became rock, where bones were as plentiful as laughter when nothing is funny anymore. he thought. he whistled melodies he knew from a life he was having a hard time remembering. he stopped when he saw an odd-looking person. "tell me sir," he said, not afraid to look at the peculiar head of a donkey supported by the body of a man. "where am i?" 000216 what's it to you? who go blather from