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"If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest for freedom, go home and leave us in peace. We seek not your council nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen."
Samuel Adams

This is the 5th day of my journey..
nothing is like they told me..
Its cold..And I am hungry..The hard and brown bread is about the finish its journey in my porch with some hot tea at the first old inn i find ..Ah yes..tea..Its not like the tea we get used to.. Its really bitter.No matter how much sugar you pour into!..
There is a weird beaver like thing fallowing me for 2 days. I call it (he/she?) sticky.. Last night it come real close to my camp fire. I called it (he/she) with the kindest voice i can render. It suddenly jumped back and disappeared at the dark.
I feel sorry for it (he/she). Like i said.. its cold.

Sky is something to see in this strange land. Its like an oil painting. Small birds scattered over it like  careful touches of a painters brush. Almost every cloud has a shape. A big ship with puffy sails here, a rabbit there. But night sky surpasses all the skies you can ever imagine. Colorful diamonds glowing over a smooth velvet. You can see stars gliding over the scene almost every 2-3 minutes..

I must keep on moving now. I dont want to spend another night under this cold and beautiful sky..I need that bitter tea..
in the end.. Its cold..

late night...
of to bed

I was there...
Now i am here...

today.. i invented it