CHAPTER 44: A chance back

VIKTOR.

One summer I was lying on the grass, when I was just a child. And was looking at the sky. When I saw the bird flying. Wondering to myself what it must felt like to fly like that.

When you are loaded with no weight on your shoulders and you are as free, like that bird. When you have no directions to follow and the whole sky is your world. How must it felt like to be your own boss. And live in freedom. With no obligations to follow someone. 

Is that what we called freedom?

I am foreign to the concept of freedom. Because I never had one. Doing this with no weight on my shoulders, is something that makes me chuckled. Having no directions to follow? Is a joke to me. And I don't have a world of my own.

So, I envy the birds. Those little creatures, who die as easily as twitching a matchsticks. How can they have everything? How can they have, the thing Viktor Raven wants?

Its funny, but yes. I am a crazy man. Who env