It was dark outside. Everyone in the Iakovidou family was asleep , except the father. He couldn’t sleep that night. He had sat down at the kitchen table, drinking slowly a glass of wine, staring at the bills in front of him. They were safe that month. But what about the next? Τ he fields could no longer feed his family, the crops were dead. The bloody weather… The climate was really unstable: days and days of unstoppable rain or extensive droughts destroyed whatever he tried to plant. Agriculture was dying. The situation was tense. Everyone lived with the fear of war, especially now that the planet was running out of food. Water was enough. For now… Another drought like the last one would deplete the countries’ stock a lot faster than most people thought. That would mean the end, he knew it. Earth was slowly reaching her expiration date. The soil whispered it to him.