'The Wind Of Change'

As the road just stretched on and on I got more and more irritated and I was about to lose my braveness totally. The only thing that was holding me up was my will. But I was not even sure about my will. Did I have any? Well, one thing was sure. I was not going back to the car. I don’t even think it could drive. Plus they are searching for that car. I just have to go on with my bag full of money hanging from my shoulder.

I walked for days and the only food I got was lousy burgers and wet, flaccid fries on disgusting gas stations. But I knew I was wanted in the area so it was a risk to take. But then again, the only people I saw on these gas stations were locals and then the people who worked there. I actually don’t understand how they earn their money. Everything was so barren. It was a hell! The only sound I ever heard was the wind. “The Wind Of Change” as I liked to call it. Just like that song you know.. by the scorpions. Well, the reason why I called it the wind of change was that everything was starting to change. I was afraid. Afraid that I had to live my life hiding till the day that I die. I kept thinking that for just a week ago I was living my life like always. I was going to work every day, I was cooking my own meals, earning my own money. Why the hell should I just get involved in this? What was the reason to that? Even though I didn’t understand it I just had to face it.