Franz Lang had been walking for days, he was searching  for happiness, for a chance to follow his dream. He had left behind the acrimonious existence and looked forward to making a life for himself filled with happiness and adversity. Franz followed his intuition and headed north. The weather would change abruptly. For hours it rained and would  soak his cloths, then sun would beat down on him, drying them, he was hungry, but never lost his stoicism, he would never turn back to the sanguine past, to the past when he tried to please his father who never was reciprocal. Franz felt drained, he felt like vortex running toward the unknown in search for happiness. Here and there he would pass a farm or a small hamlet, he had no money and found himself working at all sort of jobs to keep hunger away. Franz  had reached the Baltic seashore, finally he was far away from all the misery, but lonely and aimlessly kept walking north. So many days and nights walking and being exposed to the elements, Franz collapsed on a trail that led to a farmhouse, he could see  it but too weak to reach, he lost consciousness. It was fall, the fields had turned golden, people were busy helping Emma to bring the harvest in, she was a widow of many years and found it difficult to attend to all the demands of her farm. The sunset cast golden rays on the trail as Emma walked toward the house, she wanted to check the barn before going inside, and noticed a young man unconscious on the trail.————-

——to be continued.