On the Road Again

           After I left Maria's house, I proceeded on with my journey to freedom, I continued over a bridge which lead me to a city called Florence were I visited yet another church. This church was different from among the others I had stopped in throughout out my journey, but the one thing it had in common with all the other churchs, was it's large and substantial wooden doors. After I had stopped in and had a wonderfull conversation with a priest, who informed me on my God and something called Psalm 23, I  continued on to Millan where I had earn some decent money working at a train station to help pay for some of my needs. It was there in Millan when I was sitting on a bench next to a man scaning through a newspaper, that I came across an artical addressed to me. It was from Giovanni and his family, they had apologized for what they had said, they had meant no harm, they had only questioned me to better understand what I had gone through so they could have better help me. Even thought they pleaded me to return back to them, I figured I was already this far and I had nothing to lose by trying to get to Denmark.