28 abril 2018

The oblivion

The night fell again like every winter night, cold and lonely. He got tired of counting the lanterns that illuminated the wadis of that nameless city. He made a sandwich with some bread, which he stuffed with some stale sausage that he had found in a garbage can in a nearby supermarket. He took out all the documentation he had: the ID card and an old expired passport. He looked for the last time at what he looked like, he didn't even recognize himself anymore. He took some old newspaper sheets and set them on fire with his lighter. When the flames were at their peak, he threw his ID card and passport at the pyre. He grabbed his sandwich and ate It, Watching it burn the only thing that kept him tied to the world.
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