Alex did not remember clearly how things developed after that. Everything happened so fast, like a nightmare.
He only remembered the rough yanks, the echoing curses, and being kicked out of the Church school right in the night with a forceful shove through the rusted iron gate. Because his food and clothing for all these years had come from the Church, his personal belongings amounted to a perfect zero. He did not even have luggage, only the thin gray clothes on his body that he was wearing to sleep.
It seemed as though the heavens wanted to highlight the tragic atmosphere, or simply add a bit of bad luck to his unfortunate life.
The rain, which had held off until now, poured down.
