We spent the next five days wandering around the backlands like homeless fools.
Me, Mangé, Fero and Riddosh.
Ha. Recalling it now makes the memories even more heartwarming.
I never expected to connect so strongly with the other two in just a few days.
I began to wonder, if I had junior brothers, wouldn't they be just like them?
Fero, the bright and weirdly cheerful kid, was just nineteen years old. He always spoke of this wild dream he had; to become a top-ranked sparrow one day.
And when I asked him why he wanted to become that strong, he only let out a small chuckle, saying, "Because I want to live a peaceful life. It is all I have ever wanted, even before my dad died. But people as weak as I am can't ever hope for a life laden with peace. We can only be concerned about our survival, and about how we'd endure the next day in hunger. There's no time for peace."
Hearing the kid's words made my heart sink; it triggered a kind of somber feeling that pulsed within my soul.
