This is not the banner of the father's generation, there is no gunfire, there is no officer who is bombed in half, and there is no cruelty of the war that rushes forward.
This is not a bomb disposal unit either. There is no worries about snipers hidden behind every window. There is no fear that the bomb might blow you up in the next second, and there is no depression of death that penetrates into the bottom of my heart.
It's not even an all-metal shell, there is no perverted instructor who abused you, and there is no helplessness squeezed out by everyone.
There is only one young man who failed to enter the university. He signed a contract and passed through arduous training. He came to the Balkans and found himself in a larger cell.
This is like an endless countdown to the college entrance examination, I don't know when the exam time is. You have already made all the preparations, but the college entrance examination has never come. Wait, wait, the last piece of paper tells you that the college entrance examination is over and everyone has passed. Everyone is rejoicing, but you are the only one standing there. All of this, the meaning of your life, is as empty and lifeless as this desert.
When I left the desert, part of my soul stayed there. No matter what I do in the future, whether it is working in the supermarket, playing in the amusement park, fighting with girls, or changing the baby's diapers, I will always be there, walking in the endless desert.
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