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next, and the next. Surprisingly the soldiers at the end of the line didn’t react at all. Soon they were all on the floor
and I pulled myself out of the moat. I lay down on the floor, my limbs felt dead but I knew it wasn’t safe to stay here
for long. I got up and jogged to the line of trees and once i reached it I finally felt safe. Finally.
Finally I was out of Shanghai. Away from that nightmare. Away from the city where my family was falsely accused
of murder. Away from the city where my mother was taken, my father was killed and I was considered a fugitive.
I smiled.
I looked around to the vast amount of land there was. Fields of green, mountains, trees, grass, wildflowers there was
so much vegetation everywhere. I tasted the crisp, clear wind as it hit my cheek. I felt the freshness in the air. I
breathed in a deep breath of freedom. I was free.