The trip was around 30 hours and I was plenty of sleep. So, I closed my eyes and I put my headphones on my head. I started to listening to Radiohead's songs. How I love Radiohead and Rock and Roll! All of my English friends loved Rock and Roll, they were cool because of it. But my schoolmates, here in USA, prefer to listen to that songs which are always passing on Radio, 40 times in a day. I hate those songs so much! They are so annoying!
I closed my eyes and l enjoyed the music. I was loving that feeling, till I feel someone sitting down beside me. It was a man, around 30 years old. He had sunglasses like me but he looked like a junkie and smelled of smoke, and he was looking fixedly to me. Was that man a pedophile? I stayed quiet, scared.
- How old are you boy? - he asked. My heart started beating faster.
- Fourteen. - I answered.
- Why are you going to New York alone?
I hesitate, trying to find an answer.
- I go to my uncle's house, I'm going to study in a New York's School.
- And what's the name of the school?
Damn. That guy was so annoying! He wanted to know everything.
- The St. Patrick's Basic School. - I invented some school, attending to an important saint.
- Never heard of it...what is its neighborhood?
- Manhattan. - I said, nervous. That man wanted to know everything! I was starting thinking that he was really a pedophile.
- Oh, ok, I'm from Bronx, so I don't know it. What's your name?
- Ashya Campbell.
- I'm Ian Curtis.
- Ian Curtis? Really? That's the name of Joy Division's lead singer. I love Joy Division.
- Exactly.
He stayed silent for a while, looking at me, till he said:
- You know, when I see an alone teenager, I always think that he ran away from home.
I stayed quiet. Would be that man a seer?
- Why?
- Because, when I was sixteen, I ran away from home. New York to San Francisco.
- Why did you do it? - I asked.
- That's not your business.
He stopped looking at me, and we both stayed silent. I thought, that man ran away, from home, he could tell me something about it.
- What did you do when you arrived to San Francisco?
- Boy, I'm starting for don't like this conversation.- he rose up.- Don't run away from home. Never. Don't do it.
He gone and left me thinking. What was I going to do when I arrived New York?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
A Thousand Miles
Random"From San Francisco to New York are a thousand miles of distance". This is the story of an 14-years-old english boy who will walk all that distance.
