The land seemed like one of those ballads he had heard as a child, which seem to drag a story into eternity. As Besnik walked along the road, dust of which was now unifying all of his clothes in color, he kept his head down on the road, trying to make time. About the time when his shadow was a small ring encircling his feet, his shoulder bumped a woman walking down the road. She fell down, grunting, and immediately covering the back of her dress in copious amounts of dust. Besnik helped her up, and after she had stood, and dusted herself off, she glared up at his face. After she had stormed off in the other way, and Besnik had stared after her with eyes narrowed to slits and darkened by the heat of anger. The hot feeling in his face subsided when he managed to take his mind off of the embarrassment of the previous situation and focused on walking. Soon, he arrived at the city. The buildings rose in a cathedral-like stature, and the monuments might have even been called magnificent, but Besnik hardly noticed, he was too busy looking down into the faces of the passersby. Besnik always had considered people to be more valuable, interesting, and beautiful than things, and that attitude was certainly manifesting itself in his experience in the city. Eventually, and somewhat miraculously, he made it down to the office of the officer's
The land seemed like one of those ballads he had heard as a child, which seem to drag a story into eternity. As Besnik walked along the road, dust of which was now unifying all of his clothes in color, he kept his head down on the road, trying to make time. About the time when his shadow was a small ring encircling his feet, his shoulder bumped a woman walking down the road. She fell down, grunting, and immediately covering the back of her dress in copious amounts of dust. Besnik helped her up, and after she had stood, and dusted herself off, she glared up at his face. After she had stormed off in the other way, and Besnik had stared after her with eyes narrowed to slits and darkened by the heat of anger. The hot feeling in his face subsided when he managed to take his mind off of the embarrassment of the previous situation and focused on walking. Soon, he arrived at the city. The buildings rose in a cathedral-like stature, and the monuments might have even been called magnificent, but Besnik hardly noticed, he was too busy looking down into the faces of the passersby. Besnik always had considered people to be more valuable, interesting, and beautiful than things, and that attitude was certainly manifesting itself in his experience in the city. Eventually, and somewhat miraculously, he made it down to the office of the officer's