As I decided to go deep inside the tunnels I made sure I packed enough food, recorder in case I am at death's door to say my discovery if I have one,
and to ask my brother to apologize me if he is even alive.
The doors groaned open, and I entered the not so same entry hall I saw when I was ten. The walls are decorated with antiques, Patriots of unknown persons, the rooms are filled with a lot of books in different languages I never saw. There is some bunch of other stuff too which I decided to deal some other time.
The fact is I don't know what I am looking for and to be frank I don't know if it is a book or not. The only fear is I don't know my way out and I don't know how much time I am left with. To be more sincere I don't even know what I am dealing with. Even it is dangerous I have nothing left except to risk but I prefer this way more than to be a lonely orphan with a lost brother .
I like it in this way a satisfaction of searching him. So I don't have to torture myself with eternity of regrets for not having hope. But in matter of fact I am hopeless that he will return. Somewhere part of me believes he is no more.
I lost the measure of time as I went deep into my research. I found nothing useful except a map that shows my way out of this labyrinth. I am fed up with all of these exhausting things. Some part of my heart nudged me to end up all this meaningless stuff and start new life in which I can digest all the bitterness,lonelyness. All I want in this moment is to forget all the sourness of my heart and start to live fresh, happy life. But a small corner in my heart never want to give up until I find the truth, justice, peace of satisfaction. Even my mind agreed with this one. Some time hardest is best and fair choice. Some hurdles lead us to our great destinies. For now I agreed with my mind to hit the toughest target. Good and right choice. So this contains going into scariest, deserted and dangerous tunnels. They can make us insane may be even worse if we don't have desire.