The old Defender was uncomfortable, it was an old car with a considerable mileage. Still, despite the years it was going steadily though the dirt roads leading to the Gauteng providence.
- Benson and Hedges! Long fucking time...
The last time Jack had smoked Benson and Hedges was before leaving for space. He pulled a long, deep drag and exhaled while looking out of the window to the golden African sunset. He was back in his country. He thought about every wrong thing he had done since the crash in Calexico, the people he had met, his final goal and the long road ahead, and all the trouble it would take to finally reach it. The consequences of his decisions haunted him constantly. He thought about Kate, her final reaction towards him, not wanting the last kiss... May be she realized he wasn't worth her heart and gave up on him. In a way, it was what he most wanted, but, a part of him stayed behind with the plane wreckage, a memory of something that could be but wasn't going to happen.
He lit another cigarette while passing through a small village cramped on a margin of a river. Africa hadn't changed much, the simple lifestyle, away from the loudness and nerve wrecking cities. He always admired the lifestyle of these villagers.
When only a few rays of sunlight scouted the land and the sharp edges of the mountains drew weird shapes on the plains Jack was taken out of his thoughts... He heard a big bang coming from the motor. He stopped the Defender and lit another cigarette while laying back in the seat.
- You cunning country, you cant ever great a man without slapping him across the face with the other hand! You remain just like I left you!
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