jeudi 21 octobre 2010

Leaving... Maria





I was walking and walking I knew the town by heart almost at least the first part! It was growing colder and colder at night! I knew soon I would have to take my shoes off. Because it`s getting cold outside and I dont wanna ware out my shoes right before winter! I walked day nad night I passed some towns. They all made me feel uneasy because I miseed the house. I missed Maria. I decided to stay in a town for a night. I went in a bush to sleep for the night. It was cold. I had to deal with it. Who cares right? People are going throught worse. I woke up the next morning. By the way all my moneys gone I spent it all. I was waiting for tourists who needed help. The town was called Florence. I decided to go walk around so that I did..... I saw a church I decided to go in it. I went in. I sat down on a seat. I was being aware of my sourondings. Then outta no where a old man came out. Dressed in a white robe thing. I think it was a priest. They hjad those at the camps. Praying... sadely it didnt help.. it didnt help one bit. For most people anyways. I got lucky that`s all. He started talking to me like asking what my name was and stuff. As you know I dont like being asked questions! He said what are you praying for I replied `` I am praying from the god of the green pastures and still water.`` the priest replied `` There is only 1 god althought there might be a lot of names. There is only 1 god of the world David!`` I replied ``No there isnt`` he were kinda bikkering. I asked the priest to show me a map if where switzerland begins. Past the the town Bologna the countryside was begining to be less beautful. I walked and walked it was getting colder and colder every nght. I had written down on a paper the towns that I must pass to get to Switzerland! I only stopped wakling when I ran short of bread.Eventually it started being freezing out I was getting weaker and weaker.... One niight late... I almost colllapsed. A men who I thought was nice came and helped me he brought me back to his farm.




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