“Can you feel it? That’s it. That’s the
taste of freedom. I am now homeless with
a sack full of potatoes. What a beautiful feeling,” Vincent said to himself at
the border of his village.
Vincent didn’t know where to go, he felt
very desperate because he spent eighteen years of his life only in this village.
He has never been so far from home.
Vincent looked back to the sign with the
name of his village, took a deep breath and said to himself, “Ok Vincent, you
can do that, only ten steps. Only ten steps and you will be exactly fifteen
steps far from your home. Be brave, be strong!”
Vincent did ten steps,” Ok, that’s a good
start, I did it! I made it! I can be proud of myself, just few more steps.”
Vincent did another nine steps,” I can’t do
that, I am so week. I can still go back
home. Home is the best. No! I can do that! I am not a loser, I can’t go back
home when I’m so far now. Courage, Vincent, courage!”
After ten days Vincent was almost one
hundred steps far from home.
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