Today I got saved by a white man. He saved my life and I owe him. He´s the first good white man I´ve met. With his long beard and hair he looks like a savage, or a wild animal. He speaks odd, too bad because I wanted to know what he was doing here on this domed island. He might be it himself. The wrinkles in his face reveal a hard past.  Perhaps, he is around 40 years old. When I look in his eyes, I see decency. I´m going to trust these good eyes and be his companion.