I'm in a foreign country, watching this little short guy, almost a midget, who is sitting on a stool as if at some street market, selling seeds one-by-one. His customers all seem surprised when he gives them their change, like his prices are so cheap, they're amazing. He explains that he doesn't want a big business, if it was up to him it would just be himself and one bookkeeping lady, "like ___________", some unfamiliar name from a movie. I hear him give this speech twice to different customers, putting a different name in each time, but I don't know to whom he's referring.

My brother Steve is there with me, and he pulls me aside and says we should follow this guy, he's bound to lead somewhere interesting, almost like some sign from the universe.

Somehow, indirectly, this leads us to this business, but we're not quite sure what it is - a restaurant, bar, or a brothel? It's around a corner and down, as if one floor below the seed seller, but due to the slope of the ground, they are both at ground level.

We go in, but it appears closed, like a restaurant that recently stopped serving, and everyone is bustling around, cleaning up. They see us there and about 10 people gather around, various ages from adult to young boys, and sit in chairs around the lobby. They are all wearing coordinating outfits of predominant red and black ruffles, like flamenco dress. A gentleman of about 50 seems to be in charge, and he says "I'm not the owner, but the manager. We are closed, or we could be open, it depends" and I acknowledge his meaning by lifting my hand and rubbing my thumb on my fingers in the sign of money. He seems slightly annoyed, like I wasn't supposed to be that blatant about it, but yeah.

Steve and I consult together about this, and I say that whatever they're doing, we probably don't have the money to keep them open, and we leave.

Outside, we're still trying to figure out what this business does. There's a big display on the front window, arranged with pictures of the family in their costumes, like it's some sort of show, and some pictures are bigger than others, as if by importance. In the very center, the largest picture is a tall pretty girl in a lovely dress, stretching out a shapely leg. Under her picture is her stage name in all caps, "PEGASUS".

We muse at that a minute, and start to walk away, and then I decide to go back and take a picture of (the picture of) Pegasus, since that's the name of my project at work. The light isn't good, and the picture is dark and blurry, but I get the best I can.

(In real life, there was a bit of drama over "Pegasus" the name, as the name hadn't really caught on, so I enlisted my colleague Jayant to help give it roots, and he announced it as the official name and used in quite a few times to promote it.)