When she is upset, people always start giving her a strange look, as if they are trying to invade her. she doesn’t want them to do that, she needs her space, she needs some privacy. Since she was a kid, she was dreaming of her privacy, she never find it at home, school, college, work, or even in her friend’s houses where she had to sleep over sometimes. She feels as a stranger in her own house, on her own bed, with her own family and among her friends. Moreover, now she feels as a stranger with herself. Is it because she is always looking for the privacy which becomes a hopeless score? Or is she becomes addicted to the feeling of insecure?
Her car is the only place she finds her privacy in, driving it away from people, going outside the city to the Greenery Mountains , where she can barely find someone knowing or watching her. There she hears nothing but the wind through bushes with a fresh air, and even without. Although, the showing up of snakes is an option, she feels safe and relaxes, to take off all her artificial masks she uses on her daily treatments with people. She starts walking on her feet across the trees seeking for clearness and her real identity, which is hidden among all the masks. She walks till she reaches a small muddy lake, where she reveals the last mask to figure out that her face is full of scratches from which she cannot recognize herself.
She wishes if she could live in another country where calm is the weather and peace is the attitude of people. Does it exist?
