Somehow, I made my way down the dirt road, which was almost the color of red and orange, in that hot weather. According to the soldier, I had now reached a highway full of various cars. From cars I didn't know the name of and had never seen before, to cars I had seen but still didn't know their names. To be honest, in the first phase of my life, the only car I had heard about and others had talked about was a Lamborghini. That's why I always imagined myself in such a car, white in color, in my dreams.
According to the prison guard, I should have reached the bus stop after a short walk along the highway, but now I've been walking for almost ten minutes. Why can't anyone give a precise address? I guess the guard is now remembering and thinking to himself, "Oh boy, I mistakenly told him to go right instead of left!"
If that's the case, it means life is already picking on me.
Fortunately, that wasn't the case. After half an hour of walking, I saw a bus stop. There was a bench and a shade in front of the station sign, which made me feel cool even before I got there. But after the station, my eyes fell on a place I wanted in the first minutes of the second half of my life. A Western-style fast food restaurant. I'm not sure if it's called Western or not, but it looked old from its appearance.
"If there are one or two people inside, I'll go in and buy something to eat."
The shop was open but there was no one inside. I guessed that no one would eat anything from an old roadside fast food place outside the city. As I turned to go back to the station, I saw a young boy, maybe three or four years younger than me, in front of me. He had black eyes and the appearance of a simple farmer. He smiled at me, it was obvious that he had found a customer for his shop after a long time. Of course, I really didn't want to go in there, but the young man's insistence made me unable to say no to him.
How can people really humiliate themselves like that?