Chapitre 63: The escape plan. Part one.

This is how a criminal who wants to escape from prison feels. I only realised this today when I found myself surrounded by people who were dancing and wanted me to dance too. There was a party here every day and today they caught me, just when I wanted to be alone. I was just walking up the mountain to see the whole island, or at least half of the island, from the top. But someone caught my arm and dragged me along. And now I'm on the dance floor, in a bright green shirt, dancing like a madman, not knowing where to move. I'm like an octopus trying to get back into the sea. Except I can't see that sea anywhere. There are too many people around me and I couldn't remember their names. I didn't want to remember them. They all became the same to me. They were all just people who had gone crazy chasing their dreams. But now, all I needed to do was not think about them, but about myself. I needed to smile and dance. That's what I did. I danced to loud music and I wasn't having fun.