Synopsis
YOU'RE IN MY PLACE said a broad hipped woman in her late thirties, early forties. She spoke in the newly adopted dialect of Galimatia. The scruffy, leather jacketed man sat at the window table took no notice. It was a dull October afternoon in the heart of Angers, capitol of Galimatia. Early in the second millennium. It was 2:46 am on all the clocks across Europe.