The rest of your life is uneventful, dull, desolate, hopeless and filled with fear. You are alone, you have to be anyone could turn you in. You are cold in you hovel, your cave, with one entrance. You are hungry, living on berries and whatever small animals you can catch, but they are after you, you know it. You are terrified that each time you sleep, you will wake up in chains or that at any moment, your enemy will burst in, sometimes you rock in the corner, gently losing your mind and you think to yourself, perhaps you should not have lost the baggage after all…
