PROLOGUE
Three turns. Two blocks. A wall and a crowd of mad people and they are free. They are children enslaved. Children broken and used. What an irony in a liberated world. The boy holds girl’s hand as they run for their freedom. Every turn may cost them their lives, but they do not give up. Children are the bravest. They reach for the stars because they don’t know how far they really are. But those two reached only for their lives and freedom at the time. Their clothes were ripped, their bodies bruised and their faces sunken, but they still had hope. A knife flies by, inches from girl’s face. He wrenches her backwards. It caresses his face. Blood spills but it doesn’t matter. They’re running after them. They pass a huge sculpture of the President and find themselves at the dead end. There’s a waterfall that gathers three meters below and forms a river. They stand at the cornice. And they jump. Hand in hand. Far from all the misery of the world, even if it’s the last thing they do. The water is purifying.
