Walking down the silent road leading towards the mill,below the church graveyard,I leaned down over the palm tree .

It was nevertheless like any other day, sitting down by the tree and pretending as if waiting for someone.well that could never be ,i was never used to with other teens of my age ,i could never stand a bit with them.I loved loneliness,and I could withstand it.
It was not like this always, years ago I had a friend named ruffel ,from dusk till down,he was my breath.we couldn't stand a minute without each other,when the day would be hot and shiny ,we would be at the river swimming and bathing ,and ending up drinking Rivers water and getting...