Tuesday, July 28, 2009


The day I ran away from Dubai (but I was not running at all, I took a taxi, than a bus), didn’t feel of going back to my hometown either but instead, I went for my new passion- crossing through borders overland.

I called myself the Fugitive of Freedom certainly for my habit of getting away from anything I am not comfortable with; those things which holding my freedom away.

Freedom of doing things I happy with, freedom to decide, freedom of been myself.