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PnF: Coming home. Chap. 1

chuchuh-chuchuh ... chuchuh-chuchuh ... chuchuh-chuchuh ... I walk on dirty ground, water is poured into new sneakers, stones cut the soles so that it becomes unbearably painful to walk. I think when it gets light, I can see deep cuts on my feet. I feel the blood flowing down my hands, because they are still tied tightly with thick ropes, so that an extra careless movement brings tremendous pain in the hands. It feels like a broken rib, but I don't know for sure. Bones ache, thoughts swarm in my head like a swarm of wild bees, but I keep running. Where am I going to run? Some kind of railway station? How did I end up here? chuchuh-