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Two Towns Not Different From Each Other
Two towns not different from each other and yet they have become indelible and their preciousness inestimable, they are two thoughts of equal devotion; on one I spent lively and spontaneous days of my brief youth that was given to passion: going to school, playing soccer in a distant field, On the other, I rolled up my sleeves and worked hard. Two towns with friendly people showing a frown when faced with many hardships and a few questionable rewards; and that incited me to be a fervent dreamer, someone who allowed imagination and dreams create something beyond belief that shocked my peers. I could have been a notorious painter, or even an applauded composer, but those aspirations vanished as fog at the arrival of dawn... boarding an airplane, taking me far from my birthplace while the Vietnam war raged on and hippies sang songs of rebellion and peace, and with drums and guitars, they rambled on being deluded that freedom was won without arms and courage by smoking weed and getting drunk: that didn't change their tune. Two towns not different from each other have remained engraved into a youngster's memory and they can't be taken apart, or single out by animosity having been stumbling blocks but also inspiring as well; did I wish to leave my motherland and not tell how tragic and how appalling was my farewell... uncertain of a future not so brighter in color?
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