The days went by but his mother's last commendments did not leave his mind, not for a second. He stayed focused and absolutely dedicated all the way to the end. His sole getaway from his academic life as a student was a correspondent whom he could contact thanks to an announcement in a foreign magazin that published adresses for people who were interested in overseas correspondence. His eyes went through the whole page and picked up a young europeen girl in the same age. He wrote his first letter to her and waited for her answer and that was the case each month. It was the only time in which he would escape his reality and actually have fun talking to someone in different matters and subjects without boredome or interrupt knowing that the reader will understand them and take them seriously, and as it is obvious, the adressee was eager to know how this guy with this highly sophisticated mind and wide knowledge looks like and so she sent her picture and asked for his in return. He was so happy to see her so beautiful and charming and went right away to the nearest photobooth and took only one picture that he could afford but it was printed so dark and made him look uglier and scarier but he decided to send it anyway. He waited for her reply... one month after an other.. no answer.. He was so disappointed because he didn't expect her to be this shallow. He just lost his only assylum from all the frustration of the month because of a broken machine. It sounded for a moment that the world was in a continuous conspiracy against him and wondered what has he done to deserve such a life. Why does he has to overcome such a rough path uncertain of the outcoming result? what is it that future hides? he burried himself back in the piles of books and assignments, back to the cold old life..
The struggle;
As soon as he put an eye in there he grew even more angry since he saw his uncle sitting. He knew that his mom gave him the money and he spent it all on drinking and partying again but he wanted to be a little positive and held his anger back and asked him what brought him there. " what kind of questions is that! can't i pay my little nephew a visit here.' He answered right away, ' Just spare me that talk please. What do you want from me?' the supervisor was shocked of how rude the guy was to his uncle so he wanted to slap him for that ''How dare you talking to your old uncle like that?!' the guy stepped back and said 'That miserable man is no uncle of mine! How can he call himself an uncle when he stole the money my mom sent for my tuition and books and spent it all on alcohol! He doesn't want to see me succeed! All what he wants is me beeing a loser to work for him for the rest of my life and be miserable just like the rest of my family!...
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