I have arrived to the location at last, after 4 months in search. 4 months of walking vacantly against all odds.
I arrived to a location, claimed by a new emerging region-to-be-nation, and he tried to prevent me from going on, from moving on.
I wondered just why would that be, considering just how much we need a gleam of hope and progress. A gleam of light. I was guided to the bunker Tijuana and I went on together to try to change time.
The entrance was all blown up, debris and rocks covering what should be the entrance. The vehicle we arrived was upside down and scorched. Just on a side of the waste, 3 makeshift gravestones for 3 tombs :
“Here lies Hyung Yong Soo, Brother, Soldier, Defender of Asia”
“Here sleeps Alfred F. Jones, the puppet of Capitalism. May God have mercy”
“Here rests Trung Nam Ha`, Sister, Guardian and gentle flower of the South”
I knew what they where, who they where. My stomach emptied even more.
I continued to dig and push away rocks as I could, day and night. I did not rest once. After 2 weeks of pushing and fighting, I got in only to find the biggest disappointment: The Time Machine was broken.
My whole trip, had been a waste.
I cried that night, banging against the machine with my bloodied and dirty hands. I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t go help her. I was stuck in a future I couldn’t change nor I could stand anymore. Feelings invaded me: cold, fright, hunger, disappointment, anger, frustration, desperation, agony… Not one of hope.
I type this here inside of this chamber. I met my goal, but the goal wasn’t this.
However, I cannot stop here and cry for too long: I have a mission to do. I have a dream to chase, a person to protect. My mum thought me enough to fix things like these, and the blueprints are in the phone. It’s all in Russian, but I can get a translation from the villagers here. I have a new adventure to seek.
Life gives you these kinds of ups and downs, where you believe you are going to finish a race, only to note it’s just a marathon done half-way. To all those who still read my thoughts and posts, thank you. Know that I’m working through as hard as I can, and so should you. Even if it goes against all odds, you should go and fight for what you believe in. Die for it if you must. After all, defending such ideals is what makes us humans in the end.
Greetings from Siberia.