It was 10pm, and the half moon was hanging high upon the night sky. There was no queque in the Spanish immigration check point,there were only afew people before me, most likely the spaniards that just got home from work at the rock. The unenthusiastic custom officer didn't even bother to check our belonging. No wonder the smuggling rate are high. Animatedly, by a head nudge, he showed me where the exit was. I gave him a little smile, and said "Muchas gracias" in a low tone. He couldn't careless, i guess.
I, then, instinctively followed the group in front of me, who was likely heading to the one and only bus station in town. To get there, we needed to cross the big empty street and make several turn before we reach the spot.
I was in a little hurry, as i needed to catchmy bus back to Algecirass. I obviously didn't want to get stranded here, in once dub as Ciudad Sin Ley aka Lawless city of La linea de la Concepcion, a Spanish town which bordering Gibraltar. Most shops were closed. it was too eerily quiet, and most alley were dimmed. Its sad appearance really emitted that unfortunate history, as the town declared bankruptcy in early 2012 with millions Euro of debts. The story goes back to 1969, when the border was once closed down for a decade by then Spanish dictator. This closure had led poverty and deep economic depression for the town as they were solely rely their livelihood in the prosperous neighbor. .
Move through the darkness at your own pace. It doesn't matter how long it takes you to reach the light but know that every dark moment in your life will have a moment of blinding light if you keep pushing forward.