LLOKEN / PART ONE

The young gangling man had started feeling exhausted after the long walk in the clammy dirty streets. Not even for a second he worried about where he was going, but his mind was only preoccupied in the circumstances he was trying to escape from.
He only realized that apart from his clothes, his shoes were sweaty too and he assumed that his toes would probably be blue with cold the time he had almost reached the small train station, which was sited pretty damn far away from his neighborhood and his house. The house he had spent the prior years.
As he was every second getting closer and closer and the decrepit station was becoming part of his optical field, he was thinking that the entire place may was deserted and no longer in use for the public because not a hint of human presence was anywhere around. Few moments later and as he was passing from the half- opened door to the inside of the forsaken building, he almost relieved, discerned an obsolete dusty blackboard, which probably and hopefully was a reliable time- table board. He thanked God that for this once, good will was by his side since he had guessed correctly. It was what he had hoped for, but the records which could be proved useful were so clumsily hand- written that no one could have read right the schedule on it. He only managed to understand, without being one hundred percent sure of course, that a train was either about to come by from that specific place that current day or maybe that it already did.
He hadn’t made out the time it was supposed to appear but he unconsciously gave a glimpse at his watch and only then he realized that it was nearly afternoon. Of course apart from the time he hadn’t understood which the name of its destination was as well, but right that moment this would be the less important information of all. Only one thing mattered for him. Getting away from that place. Getting away from what was hunting him. He was yearning to go somewhere far; as far as he possibly could.
The moment he started believing that the train had already passed from there some time earlier that same day, was actually the moment he heard the sound of it coming. Few seconds later and as it stopped right in front of him, he felt a little bit overwhelmed by different and contradictory emotions. He felt confused and unready because this would be his first time of jumping inside a train but most of all, he felt confident about the correctness of his act and in a strange way he also felt forced to grab his tiny old-styled handbag and get into that train which seemed like the medium for a new and chiefly, still unshaped life.
It didn’t take him as much as someone would expect, to feel his body warm and dry again and at once he considered about what he was leaving behind and about his life always being about dirty damp streets and deserted premises. It was always the same. Always about silly chases and stupid fights between him and his true or interior or undefined enemies.
Now as he was staring outside the window and as he was watching his familiar views which hadn’t changed much through years, becoming smaller and smaller in his eyes because of the rapidly acquired distance, a sudden and unprecedented wave of anxiety about the unknown overcame him.