Estam kept walking through the city. He knew he didn't have much time. If possible, he had to do something about it.
That's why he was going to go to someone else he knew. This person was the one who knew the best and most expensive places around. Or rather, he had that kind of knowledge in terms of the shops around.
Estam had forgotten a little bit where he wanted to go. But after a while, he went through certain paths and came back to his memory.
As he continued to walk the road, he began to think about his youth in general. Sometimes he remembered when he was young and wished he was in those times.
At the time, all he had to think about was him. All he had to do was work as hard as he could, take care of himself. Oh, those were good times.
