I drove by car to the countryside. I was very excited to meet the locals.
On my way, I was just thinking about the meeting.
When I saw the first houses, I wanted to go back to the city and forget what I saw.
But that wasn't all I saw. I went out of my car.
A lot of children began crying in front of me. They wanted to touch me.
I felt rich. I felt awful. The thing I felt was dishonesty.
They were not happy. Not at the moment I arrived, the moment I visited them.
Maybe they smile sometimes, but they probably don't laugh as much as I laugh each day.
I wanted to go back in my car.
My heart was broken.
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Short StoryJoe wanted to travel the world. He visited places he never saw in reality. He wanted to make memories. He wanted to taste new food, to be part of a new culture for a few days and to find some inspiration for the books he wrote at home. He thought he...
