Far, Far Away

When I was travelling, I passed by this small village somewhere in southeastern Asia. It has been a while and I don't remember exactly which country it is in. People there don't speak English, nor any Asian language/dialect I knew of.

I was starving when stepping through the gate, which was ridiculously huge when compared with the size of the houses, which were made of bricks of strange shapes. I somehow got some food, which wasn't tasty even for me.

Somehow I had to pretend that I was going somewhere else, and got to this village when I was lost. But this was not the truth. I was on a mission of finding certain missing person whom had been spotted near the village. This certain persion was supposed to know certain things which those people who hired me did not want to give out any detail about. So anyway, my job was to find this person, hand him a package, and I would have enough money to continue my travelling for a couple more years. I was almost curious why those people didn't try to go there themselves, it was afterall not difficult nor dangerous to get to the village. Anyway, they told me to go there (with precise directions) and warned me not to look like I was looking for someone.

"Then how am I going to find this certain person?" I asked.

"You'll find this certain person alright." they said, "No worries."

So I went, and although morally not justifiable, I actually opened the package before I got to the village. It was a small, white, plastic box, and it was empty. I figured that this certain person would put the required information in the box and ask me to bring it back to those people.

There was something terribly wrong about this job. And I didn't realize it until it was already too late.