It doesn't matter how old is the road as long as it keeps changing your life. Each time I want a clear path in front of my eyes there's only mud or snow. But this time I like it just the way it was, hard but also full of meaning. One image and I stopped the time. There was no sound, no people behind or in front of me. Maybe I wasn't there, and it was only a dream. Regardless of that, after all that struggling I once more saw the Middle Ages.