I would be lying if I said I hope to be found by someone, here,
in an isolated cabin of an isolated farm.
I didn't come here with the plan to die here. This was a
beautiful little cabin in a beautiful farm my grandmother left
me when she died two years ago but now this is a mouse
trap and I'm the mouse. I'm trapped.
First few months were amazing. I woke up every morning to
the beautiful sunshine, clean countryside air, beautiful
mountain view. This village is a heaven for any outsider. Step
out of the cabin and there's small pond with 5 ducks.
The farm is not big but its perfect, a place where I'd like to
live when I'm older. That's what I thought when I came here
first.
Grandmother probably didn't have many friends here
otherwise somebody must come here just to look around.
I had talked to a few people outside but none of them knew
anything about my grandmother more than 'old farm lady'.
You must be thinking where are my friends, where's my
family. They didn't leave me, they don't know about me.
I wanted to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, nagging
people around so I came here without telling anyone. Then