Chapter 1
The ferry was surrounded by utter darkness, no moon, and a sole bright star in the sky. The silence was deep; as deep as he could hear the faintest splashes of water hitting the keel, and the softest breezes touching his ears. It was nearly the end of his voyage –the darkness was a sign-, so he didn’t care of which way the ferry was moving anymore, as long as it was toward the star. What can one do when trapped in a place with nothing worthwhile, except to sit and brood on every detail of the past? Even worse, if the past is haunting enough to keep you awake. So he was on the deck, sitting on a chair next to a table; and on the table was a kerosene lamp casting a dull yellow light on the woods, the shadows of his and the table were moving on the board as the ship was plunging from one end to another. His one hand under his chin, his gaze locked on the source of light; he should have had peace, but his thoughts invoked nothing but despair, and his essence provoked nothing but reluctance...