Prišel je čas, ko besede niso več dovolj.
He wakes up with a blazed underchest. It's time. He's going to make a break for freedom. He will not be a slave anymore. It's quite simple, he thinks; grab your things, run outside, and then ... there you are. Free at the first light of day. Behind him is his past - everything he came from, everything that he thought he knew. He runs and starts to listen to the voices that deny, but he hears nothing. So he stops and listens closer. What is that? Is it nothing? Or it is stillness? As he ponders what to do next, he keeps himself warm, and retells his story of escape. He looks over his shoulder and he wonders: is someone coming after him or is someone coming to save him? He waits for a miracle, for the sea to part. But what if the miracle is him? What if he has to be his own messiah? Then what?
