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The next day, early, Luke would be able to convince his new friend in Montenegro
deportation. His host father took the van to go with the guy who is stubborn with the idea of \u200b\u200bcrossing the border. The two set out, again the same way they did the day before and Mirak Luca left a few feet from the bar that marked the limit with that unknown land, but so mystified, just steps from his house. The two boys greeted with a handshake, pat on the back and a broad smile on both sides.
"If one day you'll be in Italy ...."," if one day return to these parts .....": had somehow made to understand as we do in these cases, all parts of the world. To show gratitude to the events: Luca for the hospitality, Mirak told him to his world.
Luke got out of his knapsack colored shoulder, back the military the day before.
He put his hand in his pocket, where the previous afternoon had brought in - he was sure to have done - the letter with the permission to enter Albania. He was ready to resume his battle. But the letter was gone. He turned and there was even Mirak. He had not even heard the noise of the vehicle back into gear and sped behind him, he was so focused on the new battle that was willing to fight even that morning just to reach its goal. Perhaps, he was surprised to think Luke was Mirak, or his mother to secretly steal a visa to the land of their hated neighbors, hoping in this way to save him from a world they believed was dangerous, dark, no interest .
The military, however, recognized Italian; how he could not recognize him? It was the only one to show up that day and maybe it would have been for weeks to come, as for many of the past. He did not fuss this time, while Luke tried to explain, searching in every pocket of his clothes and his backpack, which had lost the letter.
The military raised the bar and Luke found himself facing a road identical to what was about to leave behind. Yet it was finally entered into a new world, in Albania.
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