I was running.
I was running as fast as I could. Running away from something I didn’t know. I just knew that I needed to put as much space as I could between me and the thing or the person I was running away from. I was running for a few torturing minutes or maybe hours when I faced a dead end. A wall not so high but one I certainly cannot climb on. I felt doomed.
And then someone came. And he started throwing away books. That was when I noticed that the wall I was facing was made of books. Like a shelf stuffed with endless of books. And the more books that the other person was able to tear away from the wall the more light was coming through. And so I started pulling away books too. It was our only means of escape.
When we have already thrown away as much books as we could to make a sizeable hole we could crawl on we started fleeing again. We run and run and then we saw ourselves on another dead end. We were at the edge of a cliff. And our pursuers were coming close.
Again, I felt doomed. If we jumped, we would be nothing but mangled body and broken bones. The sea was frozen and the cliff was high so it would definitely be a hard crash. I looked at the other person running with me. I can’t remember his face now but it was evident from his face that time that he would rather jump and die than be caught by those things or people following us. I nodded at him and as we were about to jump we saw boats crossing the frozen sea. I DON’T KNOW HOW! But they were moving. Maybe they had those ice crushing thingies in front of their boats.
And then next thing I know we were already inside a tent and being fed with warm soup and warm bread. We were rescued I guess.
And then I woke up.
Written on the morning of October 8.