Enfouie sous la terre, qu'est-ce qui distingue une pièce d'or du caillou?
Abu SHAKOUR

Day 67

am (HOT)

pm (HOT)

Rides = Bus
Arrival = On the road
KM travelled = ?
$ spent = $0.00
Time passed on the road = 6 pm -----
km walked = ?

I moved, like everybody else over to the other side of the corridor. I sat on the floor, buried my head into my soft flannelette and fell asleep in the heat of my own breath. I don't know I long I was sleeping but there was hand shaking my shoulder and a voice calling my name. In a flash, as I regained consciousness, I was sure that it was not a Policeman, it did not feel like it, not the same touch. I pulled the blanket away from my eyes and saw Anne, the Belge - Swiss - French woman that I had met in Amarillo two weeks earlier! She recognized my blanket! She said, "I saw the bright green from way over there." She was pointing toward the main hall of the station. "The colour looked familiar, I thought that it looked like your electric blanket." We were both shocked by this coincidence, I think we woke everybody up. Anne was going back to Paris later in the afternoon and her Greyhound Ameripass was still good for a number of hours. She was happy to offer it to me and I was ecstatic to accept it! I knew then that I was going home.

It is funny how things work out. I was certain that there was a treasure in that blanket, I had even gutted it with my knife and the only thing that I found were old wires. The blanket did not hide any treasure, it was not the Captain Kid's blanket but, by following some weird path, it transformed itself into the map to find the real treasure, it became the treasure itself. Yes life is bizarre. A few hours ago I had only ten pennies in my pocket and I did not have a clue of what I was going to do. A few hours later I was touring the Museum of Modern Art looking at the Cézanne's and the van Gogh's. We had a wonderful afternoon in the Big Apple. At 6 pm Anne left for the airport and I jumped into the bus.

- Daniel


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