I’m at Surfatial this month. You should join the game.
I think we were at some war front. But it was safe and could be accessed from the other side. The people at the village came looking for us. But maybe we were kidnapped. My grandmother got a call from somebody I know from New York. And that friend had emailed me she couldn’t get through. There was a stranger among us; I think it was some romance. I think there was a horse and somebody had injured her hand. We were running across a grass field on the horseback. But we had finally escaped. It was in the backyard, the war. In the last scene while we were all ducked behind the sofa my grandmother walked out of another room cause she thought it had better signal. We could see through the window a huge group of people who were rushing to break open the front door.
Talabshahi, Dholpur, India