A small town

There is a place - far away - where you are not supposed to walk, not even for short distances. And the most you may ever need to walk there is probably 800 metres.

If you walk, you will enjoy it, until some stranger will inevitably offer you a lift - for they will know where you are going anyway. You may have to make up an excuse to decline the offer of borrowing someone's car altogether.

And it is not just about the car. In that place, everyday someone will want to offer you a coffee, a drink or a bite. And you are not supposed to decline, lest get people offended.

It is funny, because in that place you can walk alone at dusk on a dark road leading to the cemetery without feeling any kind of fear.

Nor will you fear driving all alone in complete darkness across desolated crop fields, occasionally letting the engine die at a steep bent while staring at the moonlight shadows. Even storms and winds are somehow reassuring sounds there.

And life passes between running away from there and waiting to go back again.