Day 14

Bibi was getting more and more impatient as time passed, questioning Mum every now and then, wanting to know when we will reach our destination. Bibi and I were lying under smelly old sacks in the back of the lurching, noisy, cold truck, causing us to feel rather impatient. Finally, I found out where exactly are we heading. We were going to Australia, a place where there is certainly no team in the English Premier League and I do not know where its exact location is. Dad had chose Australia as it is too far for the government to locate us. Suddenly, we heard some voices outside, but after a conversation with the driver, the truck took off again and we had reached the border.