Diary of a Penguin

Dear Diary,

There is a massive wave of suffocating heat, my brain is melting under this thick layer of feathers. I can barely think. The asphalt outside the office window is boiling, the air feels like soup, and all I can do is stare at the ceiling fan and let my mind wandering back to how this madness even began.

I remember the absolute panic when I first woke up here. Stranded. Lost. And God, these piece-of-shit capitalists... they weren't even willing to give a roof, a simple shelter, to a poor, lost penguin from the ice :c

Nothing is free in this land. If you don't have money, you don't exist. All I had left from the old world was my absolute favorite rock. A perfect and smooth stone: the roundest stone. I used to carry everywhere. I had... to barter it. Ugh, I still feel devastated. I traded my favorite rock just to get my hands on my very first business.

And... it was an oil company. Oil? What a joke. Dirty, black water. You can't drink it, you can't swim in it, completely useless. I don't know why humans go crazy for that. So I traded that useless black spring for a limestone quarry. Oh, diary, you should have seen it... limestone. A beautiful paradise of endless little rocks.

But a pile of pretty rocks doesn't protect you from the sun or the rain. I used the limestone to fund a concrete company, and immediately after, I bought an iron company. I needed materials. I needed columns, walls, foundations. I... I... I just wanted a house.

And I did it C:

I have a hourse now C:

Then, logic took over during the first days of the heat wave. From iron... to steel.

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As soon as the first steel beams rolled out of my foundry, I didn't see infrastructure anymore. I saw a boat. Every piece of steel was just a stepping stone toward the final blueprint: building a fishing boat.

Which brings me to today. The sweat is dripping, the Italian Sicilian summer is trying to kill me, but the Fish&Fish is real. I have my steel boats, I have my nets, and I am finally going back to the water to catch some real fish, even if the sea out there feels like hot tea right now. Maybe I could even catch cooked fish if I'm lucky.

In a world of sharks, be a penguin.

Ammiraglio Pinguino