The time he saw her..

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..