1000 Miles Away
Chapter 7 – The Sun Shines Golden, and I Feel Like my Car…
June 28, 2005
Now I'm on the run from the border police. They suspected I had something illegal. I don't speak Italian well. I might've mentioned the Italian word for assassinate when I was trying to ask for directions. The feeling of running isn't new for this trip. This trips purpose started out as running, from the past. I can't run from you though. You're the one thing that followed me here, even though you weren't on the plane this time (which by the way, I half expected you to be). Well I guess some dreams don't come true.
Ephram
