The Foreign Town As the fall has come the trees were bare and the country roads were muddy. There were wet dead leaves of trees and men who worked on the road stepped on it. I looked on them and thought that it was like a circle of life: one fell and others stepped on them. I walked to the bridge so they told me to go faster. When I crossed the river I saw it was running very fast and I couldn't see any reflection of my face. Standing there for a while I went on my walking. I've not been here for ten years. The place had changed very much. Many houses I knew were destroyed, others were still on their places, but they were surrounded by new buildings so that it was difficult to recognized them. I was walking along the streets, slowly, thoughtfully as if I hadn't left this town ten years ago. The people I met were new people, no one I had known. There was a surprise for me on other side of the town: half street were as similar to I remember, so I could think I was in my childhood again. But feelings faded away, slowly and I went back to reality, where I was alone in the foreign town, not mine. I went to the park which was on hilly side of the plateau and towered over the city like a castle. I had liked to wonder here when I was a kid, and now I almost felt such a feeling I had felt then. I stood on a hill for a while, overlooking the town, the crowded beast, and then turned back to the downtown where I had lost my car. I never return here again.