The Road to Germany Part 1 Jack Tomlinson A few days after the incident at the pond I began packing for the journey ahead to Germany. I knew I wanted to leave, but a part of me didn’t want to leave just yet. This troubled me initially, well at least until I decided to walk past that particular house. The ship left later that day at 7 pm to Singapore. It would be a few weeks travel, I couldn’t remember. From there I would take another ship to Cairo, Egypt. That would take much longer of a journey, a few months actually. From there I would travel to Al Iskandariyah, where I would take another ship to Genova, Italy. Finally, I would travel north until reaching Germany. By the time I was finished packing I realized it was 2 pm. I knew I would need some entertainment for the long journey ahead. Therefore, I decided to go into town to browse for any such item that suited my tastes. For the next few hours I would be simply walking around and nothing had caught my
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attention. I had been wondering if I should walk by that house one last time, I thought that she might be by that window, waiting for me to walk by. I decided to walk by the house. When I finally confronted the house I scanned the exterior, wondering if she would be there, waiting for me. She was nowhere to be seen, not even the simplest sign of life. Part of me was deeply saddened, another extremely content. I reasoned that it was probably a sign of closure, that it was done, that I could finally close that door and ...

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