Chapter II: Flashback
I contemplate suicide sometimes; weigh out
the benefits, would life be so elegant on the other side. I always knew since I
was a child that I never belonged, there is the cliché line that I was born in
the wrong generation. It’s more misplaced in the endless spectrum of alternate
universes. My family moved around a lot, I never did have a best friend growing
up someone to turn to when life gets that little bit dark to drag you into the
blinding light. I am haunted by the past and all its curses left behind; forever
unlucky in this world full of lies. This world full of illusions, credit cards
temporal patterning of desires grown by adverts on a television box. Temptation
and its growth is resulted by the environment and its forever changing traffic
of people, this trip was a opening to a new beginning; away from the lime light
of egos and expectations.
There was a sense of opportunity in the
air, we could smell nature and it wasn't the smell of manure in the air. We
finally arrived to Cuba our destiny awaited us and our arrival was the
beginning. It was around dusk and we could hear the sea and its watery content
swish and splash rocking the boat causing peter to vomit all over the captain
who was not amused. The smell was overpowering as though a garbage can had defecated
itself releasing its content that had been inside brewing for months. We
managed to hitchhike our way to Mexico through random strangers vehicles and
eventually ending up on a boat that set sail for Cuba. It was a cramped up boat
with tiny foggy windows almost cliché, it was ironic that the banana boat was
instead smuggling two model citizens into Cuba with a bag full of drugs and
papers.
The clouds were glowing a type of red I had
never seen before, there was a storm brewing and we could not wait to get to
shore and find a safe place to camp out.
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