Early

I live in a city with a small urban layout and very conservative folk customs. Everyday things in the small town are ordinary and not worth mentioning. I study in another neighboring city. Every Saturday afternoon, I take the bus home. On Sunday afternoon, take the bus back to school. Just live like this day after day, without repetition. It was an uneventful Sunday afternoon as usual. I was wearing headphones, listening to the CD player, and stood under the street sign waiting for the bus. As Michael Jackson's "YOUARENOTALONE" comes to an end, the car slowly...