Literature
The flight
I could see nothing but White plains extending around me. The sun was setting, I didn’t have much more time to go on. It was the time to set up my tent and go to sleep.
No one was with me; I was alone on my journey. I had to go; I couldn’t stand one more day there. I knew it was going to be very hard to travel on my own, because there was no other way but through the frozen lands where no living being has ever survived.
The next day I woke up when a storm was attacking the tent. It had almost torn out from the ground, but I could hold it back and pack it. The snow and the wind burned my face , I could not open my eyes. Anyways, I