My friend from the opposite side of the world It has been a year, so that means he has been in prison for a year. The first time I saw him was in the military base, where I was put the number label 125 and him 126, just right next to me. And the first time he talked to me was the time when we were asked to examine our urine. He asked for some of mine, apprently, he drugs. Later I learned that he not only takes drugs but also deals with it, and even hurt others as a threat when not paying for the drugs. During the whole military training, I had been observing him because never in my life had met someone like him fearing no death. I had the feeling that he’s from the opposite side of the world even if we share the same language, the same soil, and now even the same bed. He had been friendly to me and I’m not afraid of him. One time he was called to the court and would be sentenced for 2 years. So on the day while I embraced my lost freedom, he lost his least freedom in the prison. Now it has been a year and I miss him so much. I hope one day in our life we’ll meet each other again and be able to share about our differeces.