The Walker - is leaving the town

 So, after leaving the airport surroundings, I go through some dirty roads between shacks and hovels and then, somehow, I end up sleeping at some cottage, somewhere at the end of the suburbs. And then, in the morning, a man with a small tractor pops up, already asking me what am I doing here and so, my answer is confusing, even so, he ends up inviting me for breakfast at his house. And then, I’m already mounting the trailer of his small tractor, a trailer full of pumpkins, and so, among farmlands we follow, farmlands with sheds and old pavilions from factories in ruin. And so, after a while, we are already arriving in front of a big yellow building with scaffolding attached, a house in permanent construction. And thus, as we pull over, I’m helping him to dump the load of pumpkins and then there we go, already entering the kitchen of the house, and once inside, I see men and women seated around a big raw table, talking aloud, and I also see, some children climbing the walls around, and then, jumping out through a some kind of window on the back wall. And here, at this point, on the wall at my front, I find a picture of saint Sara-la-Kâli, the patron saint of the gypsies, a very worn sort of portrait, with big spots on it, and then, my host tell me to sit and introduces me to his comrades saying “I just found this one outside, he was sleeping at a hut on the agrofields down there, he says that is traveling…” and at this point, some of them are staring at me with curiosity, with aloofness, a mixed expression of innocence and malice in their eyes, and then, a fat woman with a colorful dress is already bringing me coffee and porridge, “eat that” she says like giving an order, with a big smile in her face, a odd kind of smile. And then, “Traveling!?” exclaims the older man at the table, the one with a long scar on the face, a scar that goes from the corner of the eye until the corner of the mouth, “the airport is not far… did you lose your flight? We can get you a brand new passport, if you need…” he says while emitting a soft but hoarse kind of laugh. “Ah yes, the airport. I was there yesterday, but the security sent me away… I was there asking for money…” And so, while I say these things, some of them are actually emitting suppressed laughs. “But where do you wanna go, afterall?” asks me one of the young guys at the table, actually not that young, more like middle aged, something like that, well, I can't guess his age because he’s got a very slim kind of face but his skin is very rough. “North Pole, South Pole…” I say, and then, “Where is that?” some of them asks. “It is the extreme north and the extreme south of the world”, I say. “Stop bullshitting us” one other tells, snot dripping from his nose, “and tell us where have you been, for real”, he insists. “Well, I have been to different kinds of deserts, searching for different kinds of oasis… ”; I say, “Oh yeah, I also have been to some kind of deserts, the Golden Triangle, the Golden Crescent and the Shan State, do you know about that?” he asks, and as I say no, he explains, “The Shan State is the leading global production area for YahBah methamphetamines, also known as 'horse drug', "bikers' coffee" or "kamikaze", and now is this telling you something?”; “no idea” I answer. “Well, they there are other alternative names for that, like “ya khayan “ or “palarkar”, “pil kuda”, “shabú”, “ma-goo”, “baba”, “guti”, “laal”, “khawon”, “jinish”, “bhul bhuliya” etc etc. And then, the kids around start to repeat all these names and change their forms, making onomatopeias with it. Then the older man at the table tells them to shut up, and sends them out of the kitchen, and so, off they go, all jumping out through the window, still repeating this names as they do it, “Yahbu-Shabu-Baba”. And then, the one with snot dripping from his nose continues his explanation “the most common of these pills are red, pink, orange, or lime green and carry logos such as a big "R " or a big "WY", and, you also can put it on an aluminum foil and heat it from below, this is, we call it ‘chasing the dragon’, wanna try it?”. “No!” I say. And then, he also shows me some tattoos on his arms and chest, this is, a few piranhas, some kind of flaccid monsters with multiple eyes being pierced by swords etc, and he tells about the meaning of all this figures and as it goes, we even get into some kind of arguing about symbology of this drawings and then, because I say something they don’t like, I get expelled from this gypsy place, and then I walk all afternoon through some secondary roads without spotting a soul. And then, at nightfall, while I was stopped at some crossroad, thinking, in a groove, surrounded by eucalyptus, a guy riding a bicycle came by, and then, as he approaches me, he points me out the seat of his bicycle. And so, as it goes I decide to accept his suggestion, and I mount on his bicycle. And so, there we go, together, in silence, going down the hill, and as it goes, I've decided not to ask him any questions... but then, it was he that started to ask me what am I thinking about at this point. And so, “Home” I replied instantly, and thus, almost everything was said. And after, just to make conversation, I broke my own rules, and decided to ask him where he was coming from. And so, promptly he tells me that he had already done the silk route, the cedar route, the coal route etc. And then, this new friend also wants to know about my travels, and which kind of adventures I've been into. And so, by now, I tell him I have been in many places, my memory is no more good, but “I still remembered about Heliopolis, the city of the dead, a place I have been wondering about before getting here”. And then, “Where is that?” he wants to know. “Heliopolis is the biggest slum in the world…”; “And who lives there?”; “Well, the original profession of this city of the dead was guardian of tombs, allied with the guardians of treasures... plus orphans of various wars, things like that…” and then, he starts to tell me about his life in the jail… the sexual assaults,  the forced labor, his addiction...  and about his family that never looked for him while he was there, inside that inferno… “But, while there, I have learned all sorts of tricky techniques about traffic, robberies, looting and whitening... plus, I got a specialization in the locks matter, whether they were built-in, tubular, magnetic, or telescopic…” And then, when he was already comfortable enough with me, he decided to confide me that his future project is actually, to rob a bank. This is, “Now I know how to do it in a totally clean way” he says. And then, he even invites me to assist him in this process of bank robbing, and, as we go down, he even explains to me how we could do it, everything in detail, and thus, after these explanations, we started to talk about what we could do with the money. And, this is, he already had a plan for it, “I want to buy a boat, make my house there, and travel the seven seas on it” and then, he also wants to know what I would like to do with that money, but, “I’m not sure”, I say.