A slim boy of about 18, 19 walked along a long road between the moors, that seemed grey due to the weather. A strong wind tormented the countryside and blew the incessant rain in his face, making him soaked to the skin. He was also very hungry and terribly tired. He had found a lonely farmhouse two hours ago, but an agitated and very unfriendly farmer had chased him off the premises. So he just walked on and on, just like the rain fell on and on.