"Miles of wild despair lay between you and the place you want to be". Said the wise old man staring at me. I wondered "Should I give up?"."Not necessarily, but mind you it all depends on how eager you are to be there". "I am very eager" I assured him. "Then you should not stop. Try, but I guarantee you nothing".
He gazed again in my cup of Turkish coffee, trying to figure out how the shapes formed by the coffee grounds would reveal more. I waited, desperate and anxious. He turned the cup around and without getting his eyes off it asked "M N L, do these three letters mean something special to you?" I tried hard to guess any possible meaning these letters might give, but I failed. He added "Run as if beasts are chasing you if you see these letters together. If not, you will find yourself left alone in a dry wind-swept land". My heart sank and my world seemed narrow and cruel. Should I always fight the demons alone? Is there no shelter from that fate? I felt overwhelmed by a huge dark wave where faces of my late father, mother and distant relatives appeared and vanished for no reason. Some faces seemed friendly and others looked sarcastic. The wave finally pushed me to the shore exhausted, fragile and full of holes.
I went out of the coffee reader's house to the dark empty street. The November cool wind welcomed me. I stopped a moment, adjusted the scarf around my neck, looked left and right and started to walk back home. Nothing felt of more worth then than going back home.
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