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After passing the phase of panic that he strayed baseball keruan, rhythm becomes more stable. He tries to keep on rolling, trying to solve problems while ignoring hunger. His whole body aches. He fantasies about food and people he might never see again. He constantly imagined seeing the road or resting under a tree, but it was not real. Sometimes he feels peaceful, but he often panics. But just keep going, go on and on, until finally die or find a way out.
I found a way out, but looking back, the days felt all the same. This story is only one of those days, which I can remember well, where I stray
I woke up due to bites on my legs. While trying to reach the flashlight, I felt many ants crawling all over the body. "Plis is gone," I say to myself, trying to drive them away. I just want to rest. Even if I wanted to turn on the flashlight now, I knew the flashlight would only be on for a while-the battery was nearly gone.

My fingers reach a small stone, this is a self-defense effort. I started to grind the ants trying to get close, before they bite me. My flashlight is blazing, illuminating the violence I do against ants, like in action movies. When dozens of tail ants have died or gone away, I put the flashlight back on my head and try to find a comfortable position to sleep. The wounds on the calves were painful, but they were nothing compared to the pain in the legs. After walking through the sharp rocky river (faster trekking the river than looking in the direction of the forest), my boots were torn, scraping the soles of my feet. As a result, my legs infection, it feels scary when forced to walk, and after a day started to smell bad. The only solution is to go back to sleep. Back to the subconscious
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<p><div class="text-center"> regards @parlo</div>