The Road Into the Dark

However, they seem to know where they are going, people who leave the sol. When I crossed the stone-covered street, I said good-bye to a big garden and a warm and intimate family. For the only people, there is no mansion or palace because everyone living there lives in a mansion. The city itself is a palace. They entered a magnificent courtyard slowly passing through fruit trees, and the golden leaves sparkled with a damp breeze. The wind blows from the sea on the east coast of the city.

I bought On the Road in the dark corner of a secondhand bookstore in Naples, Italy, since then I was looking for an old book. Instead of reading them, stack them on a shelf and sometimes wipe those fine pages. So on the second day in Paraguay, I knocked on the door "Oficina de Libros". I expect half it saying "Allan Pinkerton", the opaque window of the door illuminates the yellow light sky foyer. Obviously, the golden age of the bookstore no longer exists; the tram which had been operating the street stopped functioning 20 years ago. There is dust on the shelf now, and it leaches out the taste of the old book. Through years of browsing, please do not buy hands to organize the title. Magazines and mugs make heavy tables cluttered. This table is near the old grandfather clock, and it is telling the time. Sitting in an old chair in the corner with two eyes

I just left the dark street, it was dark, I could not see even the color of the accelerated car. I will look at the bumper. Yes, on the street, in the dark. Shock means not thinking. Suddenly the voice of my son was right behind me. He has no car either. I called him back to the car. I saw that the bumper was divided into two parts. I caught this ridiculous idea, and for some reason I hurt the bumper on the road. We know that we are always in danger. I just started crying. She is very kind. She did not expect her crying mother to be the next phone. She asked me if I would call the police. And I said that I never had an accident so far, so I should contact the police first. I appreciated her and I called her and told her to call back as if she were a dear friend.

There was a very dark period in the life of my young adult I was crying in the dark and running around the road when I thought that I left my mind. Onii-chan, please come to me. He picked me up and put it on my shoulder and said, "Do not do it yourself, Gloria," he was crying. Go home. It took me a long time to get better, I was still a little crazy, but I never forgot what he did, I never miss all the adventure and happiness and sorrow moments I did not forget. Thank you life, Mario, all these moments, and thanks for all these memories.