I wrote this draft almost a year ago I’ve never had time or energy to continue it
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I am in the middle of nowhere. I am lost. I don’t know where to go. I don’t have a place to stay. Right, I don’t have a home. Everyone has a home, why not me?
ohh yeah my mum has a home, but I never live with her. I left ‘home’ since I was 15 to the city to work as a constructionworker. I experienced everything, from traveling on top of a overloaded truck to sleeping on the pedestrian way. I feeded myself, since I was 13. I went around selling bread in the morning before going to school, with books in my hand. I was good in school. I learned to earn money in school as well. I had every fine handwriting. I copied lessons for the big guys who skipped class. There were quite many of them. So it was quite a good job for me. I learned the lesson, at the same time as I earned money. It was smart.
I saved money and bought a motorbike. Then I became a motortaxi driver. May be one of the youngest ones in town. I liked to wait for custumers at places where many foreigners go, so I get high price for my services. Yeah I was so smart. I spoke english alot. I didnt care if I said it wrong. At night I slept at the gas station. I bound one of my leg to the motorbike, so it wouldnt be taken away without my knowledge.
Later I started school. I was done with high school. So I could go on in college, and so did I. I made a lot of friends there. Some of them still have contact with me now, some of them has become so rich that I don’t even dare to get closer. It was cool going to school. I liked it alot. One of my friends was so kind to me. He knew I was a motortaxi driver. He paid for my english school. I rent a house that time. One time he paid for the rent using his school money. Now he’s away.
