No WiFi, no neighbors, no traffic sounds—just wind, dust, and the Mediterranean stretching out like a secret nobody talks
about. That was the whole plan. Off-grid, off-radar, off-everything.Then they showed up.First was the donkey—scruffy,
stubborn, clearly used to getting his way. Just wandered into my property one morning like he owned it,
stood by the shed, and refused to leave. I gave him some water. He stayed.
Then the dog—spotted, tongue always out, tail wagging like he’d just been told he was finally enough.
He followed the donkey in like they were on a mission. Slept at my door. I tried ignoring him. Didn’t work.
The cat came last. Tiny. Half-feral. Practically threw herself at me like she’d been watching from a distance,
waiting to see if I’d earned her trust.
I named her Minx. The dog’s Zito. The donkey? Tiberius. Because, well… look at him.
