#Chapter22
Ariel sat beside a train window, looking outside at the snow falling in the vast fields. The train tracks were laid between those fields full of flowers and snow. The northern lights shone in the sky. The train gave off white smoke as it travelled through the magical scenery. Ariel looked very young, probably not more than ten. His eyes looked tired and there were bruises all over his body that peeped through the buttons of his white shirt.
/"Do you like Sweden?/" An older boy sat before him, he seemed to be in high school. He had blonde hair and brown eyes.
Ariel looked at him and shook his head.
/"Why?/" He said in Swedish, /"It's so beautiful-/"
Ariel pressed his head on the window, not saying a word.
/"Don't you talk?/"
/"Conversations.../" Ariel said, /"Bore me,/"
He smiled, /"What makes you happy?/"
He looked at him, /"Not being around people like you,/"
