It all had to "Start Somewhere"

At this point we already know what we're about, unless we still haven't reach our majority. In some places our elders get to choose who we're going to spend the rest of our lives with, while in other our younger ones get to say who goes where. There were many times when I knew what to no do but never really knew what to expect.

It all started when I was turning into a man and my family had abandoned me for a better, brighter future. We all felt a certain way after having to give away a special pet of ours, but that wasn't the case. It was just the start of a newer, harsher and rougher future that was going to determine the better of my next adulthood.

Europe is a different ground, compared to America, where lands grow as crops diminish. Water is richer but harder to keep a hold of. A lot of Mediterranean populations end up in Europe, if not through the tumultuous seas via other more or less bumpy roads. While in America people nowadays just dig underground to find themselves in the Valley.

While you may have been wondering where all of this is going, as I stated before, to not repeat the obvious, it all has to start somewhere. Some people say life can only be lived forward but understood backwards, I make the argument that karma holds a paramount meaning in the direction of our life. While our peers disappear to reappear in some changed times and dissolved environment, we don't ask ourselves the right questions and tend to persevere in our worsen selves.

In my case I had to go back to my hometown for a few years, after my family decided it was time for me to go back home and make ends meet. It wouldn't be lesser than 2 years later that I would find myself back "home", with the same narrow minded peers of mine that had given me the best education that the American Dollar could afford back then.

After a while crashing there and there I had to move to a different landscape whose grounds should allow me to better provide for myself and my dreams of grandeur. Netherlands is a place where prostitution and mushrooms became mainstream, but it wasn't until 2016 or so that I actually found myself crashing in the city of nowhere.

It's not that I enjoy keeping my audience in the dark, but you have to understand this is not some sort of self-promotion. Not that I wouldn't dare to sell a human being for some pocket change but I don't have anything to get by writing down any sort of dystopian fiction. This is all part of my memory and I just want to give it a second life through the life of my younger and older peers.

My background in writing is almost nonexistent but nowadays you can learn to make a bomb online and teach yourself how to give the best orgasms through Wikipedia. Don't take this as an invitation to better your sexual abilities but just that it might all get a little bit better as I depict you the better rest of my life.

Now that you've been reading a little bit about the background expect more characters to show up and some actual knowledge to flow out of this. Places, patters and names may end up betraying myself and reveal who I am but by then I should be long gone and far away from my actual surroundings. One can only stay hidden for a certain time until people realize who that person really is.