Book IV · My Home Is the Road · Chapter 112 of 127

what if I flew home

May 14, 2022 Мексика ~1 min read
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Essay Spring · Night May 14, 2022

1. Shouldn't I fly home?

2. Omar will be here soon, he'll take me to the station. It's good to have friends. That feeling when others don't spit on you. A great feeling...

3. Home... Sweet home... Even if temporary, like all the ones before it. It's left somewhere back there – straight down the road, then left at the end. I wonder how fast I'll forget the way here? So many homes I've changed, some I've already managed to forget...

4. The Russian Mexican Omar Dorantes is starting to learn Russian, and I promised him that by my next trip to Mexico I'll learn Spanish. We have one thing in common – we both don't like English. Omar: "Wha-da-fak? Why should we learn English, and not them Spanish or Russian?" This is the emblem of his Logia café – a keepsake...

5. We're sailing full wind... Forward to the horizon, luck is with me... Is it, though? So let's drink a cup, yo-ho-ho-ha!

6. Everything stays behind... A little sad, even... Already got used to everything, settled in, learned to live like a normal person. Even without maps... And not even just surviving. Crypto – the god of free people...

7. Nerve-wracking... Lost count of how many times fate has run me over with a tractor, expecting some trick around every corner... Nothing is ever certain... Paranoia... Ahead is check-in and everything will be decided... Damn... Will they turn me back? Yes or no? Gods...

8. The long-awaited ticket to freedom... Two whole ones. Meet me, Istanbul. Get ready, Baku. Wait for me, Russia...

9. Bueno, Starbucks.

10. I'll buy a lemonade from you. Your drinks, I gotta admit, are decent... jajaja

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Am I really flying out?
Just think...

Arthur O'Harra.

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