As it was the middle of June, all the tree-leaves were beginning to decay due to the heavy rain. We moved ahead carefully through the slippery path clearing the soaked tree-leaves. The small black leeches were raising their heads from the tree –leaves in search of a good opportunity to suck the blood from our body. Colorful wild flowers were spreading their scents to attract our attention and the foxes, deer, monkeys were escaping from us…
Society is pressuring me
This other part thinks freedom means goings to school and getting educated. But that isn't real freedom, freedom is when we are allowed to express our thoughts freely, when we don't have to live in fear or fear what other people think, when we can be ourselves, that's real freedom.