I blame myself every day for letting her and her child go so far away. A distance of fifty million kilometers is a necessity that cannot be accepted. My son is at the age where I want to teach him how to play football. They go for the greater good. Thailand and the world are no longer the land where we want to live and be happy.

I determined to be patient, dedicated, worked, and saved up money to buy a ticket to follow them. But then that dedication paid off in a terrible way.

I'm blind, I'm unemployed, but I'm going to Mars...

A blind man lost on Mars It's a short story in the Drama-Sci-Fi genre about a family that is separated from its evacuation to Mars. The world is no longer a nice place to live. But going to Mars is not easy for ordinary people. and ordinary people who are blind It's almost hopeless.

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This short story was written around 2017.

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A blind man lost on Mars

I am alone in the Kimmeria desert on Mars. Grinding his teeth, he walked with a limp like a person with limp. The sound of boots scraping on gravel mixed with the sound of the cold wind blowing through your body. He was probably breathing in dust that clung to his clothes until his whole body was red. The right hand holds the staff and feels the way forward. Shaking his head at fate

I can't believe it's true. I am the sole survivor of a spaceship crash. How merciful to the blind man who was hurting. The wound on his left hip felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife. His head was broken, blood clinging to the sand until it stuck to his forehead.

But no matter how painful it is, you have to endure it. Just a little more and we'll be there. Maya suggested I walk east. Let the sun touch your face in the morning and your back in the afternoon. Thais migrated to the Irindanian plains, about two hundred kilometers east of here. they are there She helped me pack as many life necessities as I could into my backpack.

He gave me directions to pick up a thick, soft woolen shirt and instructed me to keep it on at all times. Keep warm and wish me luck.

“May God protect you, goodbye.”

Is she a Christian? I'm curious, but it's not important. It was her goodbye words that made me frightened. I don't know where to drag my injured leg. He could only raise his head to seek the heat from the sun in the freezing cold air. If you were a person with good eyesight, there would definitely be no way to tell them apart. But my experience of being blind for nearly seven years has helped me to recognize facial features clearly if I concentrate and wait. Stand still, arms crossed, trembling… It's so cold here.

More than I have ever experienced in my life. The strong wind caused the lips to crack and peel off in sheets, and the skin on the cheeks was dry to the point of feeling itchy. Without an additional battery-powered heating coil kit and an extra layer of wool, I don't know. I would freeze to death within hours. Like a bag with a heating wire that keeps the temperature around ten degrees.

Otherwise, the three bottles of water that they had would probably become so ice that they couldn't drink it. It also contained six protein bars, a staple food throughout space travel. and a flashlight, which probably isn't very useful to me

“Your coordinates cannot be determined. Please stay in a high or open place to search for a signal,” the GPS system chimed in on my phone. I smiled sheepishly.

“This is a desert. Aren't you clear enough yet?" I scolded, amused.

Telephones from Earth are no more useful than listening to music and setting alarms. Maya tells her to adjust the time to match the time on Mars. Then set an alarm for every hour and two minutes to know the time during the day. Because a day on Mars is forty minutes longer than Earth's. She was also worried that if she didn't set the alarm at night she wouldn't be able to sleep. There will be no energy to travel. I did as she said.

Set an alarm with a voice command Then record it and have it remind you every day.

If I can still see normally I probably couldn't feel the sun's rays gently touching my cheeks. I couldn't separate the cold wind that blew across the dry, tight skin of my cheeks until it ached, from the little warmth that nestled in the cracks. But wouldn't it be better if I could still see? "Huh." I shook my head at the thought. Okay, that's fine.

At least he's still alive. I set out following the heat for several hours. The soles of their feet were nothing more than rocks and sand. My hip injury made me unable to walk properly, but I was still able to move around. The trusty cane my father bought me still acts as good as my eyes as it did on Earth. The level of vibration and the sound from the tip of the stick allowed me to discern what was in front of me.

Being blind isn't all bad. times still visible All my attention is on my sense of sight like any other person. But when life is in darkness, it cannot be avoided or resolved. It took me a long time to come to terms with the rest of my senses that I had never paid attention to before.

It was as if the mind that had been fixed on the eyes had moved down to the fingertips of both hands. It's like getting a new pair of eyes. You can feel the dust just touching your fingers. same as sound I heard more clearly Can recognize the sounds of many types of birds Can distinguish an astonishing number of scents. Except for the taste, it didn't seem any different from before.

I took off my mask to shake off the dust when the wind calmed down. Breathe the air on Mars The air is thin and it's hard to breathe like you're on top of a mountain in the world. But it's enough to survive. His feet stepped on small and large rocks strewn on the ground. The fine sand grains must have been carried away by the wind until a thin layer of plaster was left on the hard, dense soil. I walked uphill and downhill.

Through the terrain, it probably looked like plains interspersed with low hills until the clock rang for the tenth time. Until you can't feel the sun touching your back and the air is getting colder and colder. It must be close to dusk now. I just remembered that I should light a fire. The captain gave me a lighter. But I don't know where to get the fuel. I just don't have the courage to look for it. I'm starting to get worried, but come on, let's walk a little further.

The more you can walk, the more chances you have. They are waiting ahead, waiting for me. What will happen? Will we remember each other? Can I accept my condition of becoming blind? If it's not bad luck By now we have probably met. We've hugged each other. But when fate brought me to walk in the middle of the desert, I had to fight. I've come this far. I won't give up. I must do it.

We must be together again. Son and father's beloved wife

I stopped walking and put my cane on the ground. Place the stones together as a symbol that will tell me which way east goes. Even though I'm never sure if it's actually in the direction I want it to be or not.

“I have no choice.”

Then I used this point as a starting point to explore the area around me, slowly counting my steps while using a walking stick until I finally found a rock that was big enough to lean on to shield me from the wind. I can't light a fire I don't know how people in the desert make fires in a place where there are only rocks and sand like this. But at least a shirt and jeans underneath.

Overlaid with a set of heating coils My knee-length fur coat kept me from suffering much tonight.

Every time I'm still Whether it's on the sofa The bench in the backyard, on the bed, or even in the desert on Mars right now was no different. Every time, waves of thoughts rushed into the blindness. Images of memories appear whether in reality or in dreams. It's like being able to see again. Every picture is still clear. The colors are still bright.

The sound still echoed inside. Tonight I saw a picture of him. Picture of my son that day The day he came back from school

“What did you teach today? Please tell your father.”

At that time, Nong Phet was eight years old. Currently studying in second grade I go to school every day. His shirt would always get soiled and his mother would complain.

“About space.”

“Whoa! Do second graders these days learn about space?”

“The teacher asked me what I wanted to study. Toto told the teacher that he wanted to study space.”

"So, do you like Diamond?"

“Petch told the teacher that he wanted to learn about Mars. So the teacher taught about the stars, the sun, the earth, Mars, and Saturn, and I can't remember anymore... Dad! The teacher also asked who would like to go to Mars.”

“And what about the diamond?”

"No one raised their hand, Dad. A friend said that if you go to live on Mars, your head will grow. If you stay there for a long time, your head will explode."

I laughed before explaining to him. “That's not true, child. Nearly a million people have already lived on Mars. There is still no news about anyone's head exploding.”

I remember telling him about Mars when I was little. But he must have forgotten. We sat and opened a book on the bed together before going to bed. In it there is a picture of the first man to set foot on Mars about three hundred years ago. His name is Christopher Ross, an American astronaut. It is another great step for mankind.

both in terms of success and failure Because he and his four fellow pilots never returned to Earth again. Spaceship explodes while taking off from Mars Twenty crew members on the mothership orbiting Mars were unable to help. There were live news reports following the event from almost every news agency for months.

And it has also been on the TV news every day for years. That period was considered a golden age for people in the world of astronomy who all benefited from the conquest of Mars. Both fame and money One of them became a historical figure in Thailand. He is Professor Jirasak Chanden. He is a member of the geology working group for NASA's Mars Project. He came out to give knowledge. Give your opinion

A lot about Mars and is also the first Thai person to go to Mars after Christopher Ross' first step for forty years. To participate in humanity's greatest and most challenging project. I asked my son if he knew what the project was. He shook his head. So I turned the book to the next page.

An image of Mars floats off the page. The barren red star was rotating on its own, gradually transforming into a moist blue star. There is the green color of the forest. A loud noise came from the book. Familiar voices tell legendary stories over and over that I never got tired of since I was a child.

“Dara development, also known as

Terraforming

It is the process of changing the environment of the stars to be suitable for human life. Our first target is Mars. A star half the size of Earth It is closest to the Earth after the moon and Venus. The average temperature is over eighty degrees Celsius. Unimaginably cold and extremely dry.

There was only dirt and rocks, no different from a desert. The atmosphere is filled with carbon dioxide. Therefore, no living things can live there. But scientists dream that Mars will one day be a new home for humans. They surveyed Mars and found that the north and south poles of Mars were densely packed with ice. That's right, ice is water.

and water is the factor of life.”

“The process of starization It began in the year 2653 or Bhumi Era 18 on Mars, starting with the process of raising the temperature of Mars to a level suitable for life. Greenhouse gases that are bad on our planet have become necessary on Mars. We build a carbon tetrafluoride production plant or

CF4

Up on Mars which is a greenhouse gas that does not destroy the ozone layer Including shooting the atmosphere with an ammonia bomb. This process took over forty years in Earth time.”

“Wow!” He saw a picture of a spaceship firing an ammonia rocket at Mars.

“The next step is to create a water source. Even though the temperature rises But it still hasn't reached the level that can cause the ice to melt. and to have a source of water We need to melt the ice shelf. There are many experts offering different ways to create large mirrors that reflect sunlight. Bringing a meteorite to hit Mars But the easiest way

The least expensive and most feasible is to use the weapons of mass destruction that we have in abundance on Earth: nuclear weapons. We fired hundreds of nuclear weapons at Mars. To stimulate the melting of ice both on the ground and underground. Hydrogen and oxygen gases stored in the ice were released into the atmosphere in large quantities.

Mars must feel like he's being stimulated by a heart pump. And its pulse is beating again.”

“The sky is in turmoil. Dust rose up, covering the ground in shadow. Humans had to wait more than sixty years in Earth time to begin the next step of artificial rain to create the sea. And we will have to wait another hundred years in Earth time for the climate to become calm and safe from radioactivity.”

“Petch, do you know that Just make Mars warmer, have water, rain, and have a higher air pressure. more gravity It's not enough. Because the oxygen in the air is still too thin. It is not enough for us to live in.”

“So what did he do, Dad?”

“What does Mom like to do in the garden?”

“Well… plant trees, till the soil…”

“Look here.” I opened the next page of the book. The animation moves along with the narration.

“Tree planting operation, you guys have probably already known that our world is made from the combination of gases and dust that became a planet. It took billions of years for the earth to cool down, to have water vapor, rain, and seas. The first living things arose from the seas. Before there was such a diversity of life as there is today. small living things

One important type was also born in the sea. They are the ones who give the world oxygen. Helps us have air to breathe. He is a cyanobacteria… So if you want Mars to have air to breathe, We need help from cyanobacteria. But we can't wait a million years like the world. Scientists therefore speed up the process of creating oxygen.

By releasing genetically modified cyanobacteria into the Martian sea. They perform photosynthesis and release oxygen from the sea. Just like they did on Earth billions of years ago. But it can work many times faster than on Earth. So it took us only fifty years according to Earth's time. The amount of oxygen is sufficient for plants and insects to grow.

After that we started scattering seeds to create a forest. Why do we need to create a forest? The answer is very simple. Because trees absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen.”

"See? A smart mother knows how to revive Mars too."

The first phone call woke me up at six o'clock in the morning on Mars. I got up and walked back to the precise spot where the rocks had been piled up. I knelt down and took off the cloth covering my nose. open hood Concentrate all your concentration on the surface of your face to search for the sunlight. Wait, wait until you feel a warm, burning sensation and are sure that the sun is in front of you.

I got up and walked around, biting into a protein bar and sipping water as sparingly as possible. Four protein bars and two bottles of water totaling about two liters were all I had left. It would probably save me a few days, let alone another two. If I go in the right direction and fast enough, I might be able to do it.

If you knew that you would encounter an event like this Three days ago, I definitely wouldn't have celebrated so much. Everyone on the ship happily celebrated with the remaining supplies when we arrived on Mars. The captain brought out the last bottle of liquor he had hidden, making everyone excited as if they had found precious gold. I floated next to the window, sucking the liquor from the world for hours.

Listen as other passengers tell you about the Martian landscape from space. In fact, everyone has learned these things since elementary school. This year is the year of Bhumibol A.D. 157. Mars is no longer a dusty red planet as our ancestors once called it. It turned out to be a planet with the same biological diversity as Earth.

Two-thirds of the northern hemisphere is a vast ocean. Another part is the land of Tarsis. which is the location of Mount Olympus The solar system's largest volcano can be seen from space. In the southern hemisphere, more than seventy percent of it is land. The important area is the plains of Xanthir.

Located east of Mariner Canyon. and the lands of the Tyrena plains which covers the northern part of the Hellas Sea up to the Gulf of Isidis. Both are beautiful lands. The river passes through many streams. There is a vast forest area and fertile soil. The southern hemisphere has another distinctive feature: craters.

caused by the impact of millions of small and large meteorites. The two largest holes have turned into the sea. The Argyle Sea lies south of the land of Santir. On the left bank is the territory of Ionia. The right bank borders Noachia, which is an important farming plain. and the sea of ​​hellas The left side borders the territory of Noachia.

The right bank borders the land of Promethea. It is said that the meteorite that created the Sea of ​​Hellas was so large that the sea is more than two thousand kilometers in diameter and nearly ten kilometers deep. Many of the craters have also been converted into reservoirs for agricultural irrigation. and consumer goods as well

I limped as fast as I could. Fortunately, the wound wasn't very big, but it was deep. Blood still soaked into the cloth I had wrapped tightly around her thigh. Even though it hurt, the sole of her foot was still clearly distinguishable between rocks and sand on the ground. No matter how much you swing your cane, there are only these two things. I imagine in the dark

This place is probably no different from the rugged desert pictured in television documentaries. I can only hope that I will be lucky to find an oasis that has helped save the lives of many travelers and camels...

“Really unlucky.”

Why do I have this bad luck? Actually, I shouldn't have to walk around blowing cold air until my mouth trembles like this. If it's not bad luck By now, I might have met my wife and children. We would have hugged each other. My wife will be so happy she will cry. A son will carry his blind father home. New house on Mars What will it be like? It will be a small house.

A warm place like the world? Will there be evergreens like those on the balconies of houses on earth? Our home is somewhere up there. The second night is approaching. The clock beeped for the last time of the day. His face and fingers outside the shade became numb and stiff. Even just holding the cane feels painful.

I tucked my hand under the set of heating wires. Lift the fur hat over your head. Then I shouted as loud as I could, crying for help. There was no answer, not even an echo. The sound I screamed disappeared with the wind. Today I will have to sleep outdoors. Because he knew for sure that all around him was only an open plain.

The story of the crash still comes back to me to think about. It's a sad, hurtful story. They traveled together a long way but had to die on the last day before reaching their destination. At that time I regained consciousness and realized that I was not dead. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the smell of fabric, rubber, plastic, and other things that the brain couldn't distinguish.

The smoke from the fire was inhaled along with the oxygen which made me cough and nearly spit out blood. The iron bar sunk into the flesh of his right hip, causing a deep wound, but he was able to pull it out by himself if he clenched his teeth. The knowledge from the fire prevention training lecturer that I immediately thought of was to crouch low. Then move towards the exit. I do so, trying to consciously think of a route to different parts of this ship.

Of course I know where the exit is. And at that moment I heard someone's cries. The voice of a very familiar man who had traveled together came from Earth.

“Captain!” I called out to him, following the cries.

“Ai Sak, how are you?”

"You're only a little hurt, but you're okay. How are you?"

“A little bit, far from the heart.”

Yes, far from my heart, just one step away. An iron rod the size of an arm perpendicular to the body was sunk into the captain's flaps.

"Are you okay? Come, I'll pull it out for you."

“No, I… I can't survive.”

“I will ask for help. What must I do?”

“No… we were shot down. It wasn't an accident… because the war has begun…”

“How is that possible? It's Mars, man. Who's going to shoot us?” I couldn't believe it was actually happening.

Captain just laughed.

“Give me the cigarettes and lighter in my pocket.” I felt around the captain until I found the pocket. and brought it out to him

“Maya! Maya!” he shouted, “Maya! Are you still there?” the captain called out.

“Acknowledged Captain. Eighty percent of the ship was damaged. Zero percent chance of flying Engine room fire dining room and some cabins It is expected that the entire ship will burn within thirty minutes. At this time, the pulses of two survivors were found.”

“There's only one left... Maya, lead the way. Take him out with enough water, food, and sustenance.”

“Acknowledged Captain. The most likely solution is the three rear doors of the ship. The remaining provisions are in the kitchen.”

I was by his side in his final moments. The smell of cigarette smoke made me realize that he was not at all afraid of dying. It was as if this was the moment he had been waiting for for a long time. Every breath he took was silently telling the story of this man's life. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I only know that it made him calm both physically and mentally. It's like coming home.

He uttered the last sentence softly, sending it to the wind.

“Conquer Mars Adamant challenges the galaxy. But still human.”

The wind caressed my cheek and woke me up from my dream. I don't know night or day. All I know is that my strength has returned. ready to walk again I reached into my bag and took out a water bottle to drink. It's the last bottle. He searched for a protein bar in there. and found that there were only three sticks left. I sighed, letting despondency take over.

Where are you in my heart? Will you still be my stubborn and kind-hearted person? Will there be a young man from Mars who will open the door of your heart instead of you?

I blame myself every day for letting her and her child go so far away. It is a necessity that cannot be accepted. My son is at the age where I want to teach him how to play football. But I had to let them go for something better. Thailand is no longer a land where we can live and want to be happy. Floodwaters reach Nakhon Sawan

Bangkok has become an underground city. A tall building in the middle of the sea has become a meeting place for drug delivery. The northeastern and northern regions became deserts. The ground is hard. The earth is too hot Can't grow anything at all. The Chiang Mai Lamphun basin has become a city with skyscrapers and beautiful architecture lined up as far as the eye can see. But it blocks the sunlight until it barely reaches the road surface, which is only filthy and damp, filled with piles of garbage that emits a putrid odor.

It was so dark that streetlights had to be turned on at all times in hopes of reducing the crime rate. China has become a tropical region suitable for agriculture. But they are beset by diseases and pests to the point where crops are damaged every year. Hundreds of millions of Chinese people are still hungry. Therefore, there was hardly any food left for the people in the south. People from Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, and Burma all migrated to the north.

to mainland China and Siberia, which has become a new temperate zone But which country will welcome hundreds of millions of immigrants to compete for their own resources that are becoming ever less abundant? The Thai government is crippled. no political stability No bargaining power on the world stage The only thing the government can do to cheer Thai people up is to draw a lottery that gives five hundred Thais the right to travel to Mars every year.

Two years in proportion to the United Nations to jointly develop Mars And the byproduct is to unite the Thai people to be strong. Among the five hundred people, there was a quota of various professions, including doctors, engineers, scientists, farmers, soldiers, police, craftsmen in various fields, as well as unskilled workers and monks. That's right, my wife received the right to go to Mars in As a teacher and librarian

As far as I know, all nations will jointly develop Mars under the control of the United Nations of Mars. Everyone who goes to Mars has a role to play. There is a house with all the amenities appropriate to one's status. Except if someone has high costs from the world. There will be even more privileges. But what you get is more than that. Better quality of life Better environment

Better than Thailand today without any doubt. This pressured me to beg her to go. It was only then that I realized how precious she was. Before, I was tired of her nagging. Tired of talking and never listening. I don't like that she never makes her face look good before leaving the house and before going to bed even though she is beautiful. But when you're going

I come back to sleep with her every night. We hold each other, we cry together, we kiss, we make love. I look at her, remember everything that is her. I watched her sleep without getting bored. Acknowledge everything that is you with all your senses so as not to forget. I cry every time you touch my cheek. I'm shocked every time she smiles. I look for it every time she disappears from sight.

“How far is Mars from our planet, Brother Sak?”

“Time changes, distance changes,” she wrinkled her face, indicating that she didn't understand, so I continued, “It depends on the orbit around the sun. This time he said it was about fifty million kilometers. It's the closest it's been in four hundred years."

“How far is this fifty million?”

“I don't know. If it's five hundred, it's from Chiang Mai to Phetchabun. If it's five thousand, it's a trip from Chiang Mai to Vladivostok. But fifty million I really don't know.”

“And is it far enough to make P'Sak old before typing like in the movies?”

I laughed, hugging her from behind. then whispered an answer in my ear

“No, darling. Earth and Mars are not far enough apart to make you old first.”

“Then we will still grow old together.”

"yes"

“Can you promise that I will follow Pim and you to Mars?”

"P'Sanya"

A promise that is never certain, but I promise. One way to get to Mars besides the government lottery is to buy a ticket with a private company. The ticket price is not that much. Prices range from six million baht to ten million baht, depending on the distance between Earth and Mars on the trip. So there's almost no human count for traveling on a private spaceship. It's funny.

Hundreds of millions of people who want to start a new life have no chance. Meanwhile, people with a lot of money don't want to go because they don't want to start over on Mars. The hope to change people's lives lies in winning a ticket to Mars every two years. The emotion is no different from winning the lottery twice a month.

If I had good eyesight, it wouldn't be this difficult. I was probably half running, half jumping, floating because the gravity was twice as much as Earth's. Moving quickly would probably warm up the blood pumping through the body. But because he is blind, he is not. Now I have to go and cry. That is exhausting, yes, running. But because he had to use his strength to drag his injured body into excruciating pain.

Suddenly I felt sorry for myself for the dedication I had given to my work when I was on earth. I am a top civil engineer that the company trusts. The boss loves and is important. I work hard for myself and my family. Leave the dream of living a quiet life in a pineapple farm in the deepest part of your heart. But what did that dedication get in return? Really evil

When I had an accident at the work site Gas tank explodes Shards of glass flew in, destroying both my eyes and leaving long cuts on my face. That accident happened seven years ago. So I couldn't afford to sit in front of a video camera and record clips and send them to Mars every two years again like usual. If the wife and children see Will they accept me?

I chose to send an audio clip instead. Then he said the reason was that the shipping costs were expensive so he chose a cheaper recording. In order to save money Save it to fund a trip to see them. Even though I know that it's a reason that doesn't make sense But I couldn't let them see me in this state. I don't want them to worry and despair about me.

Because I myself that day had made up my mind that there was no way to go to Mars. I let them down I didn't succeed.

After leaving the hospital The real life of being blind begins with being unemployed. Receive a compensation of a few hundred thousand instead of the reward of being worthless. His dream of saving up money to buy a ticket to Mars was shattered. I have learned that I have no true friends at all. Only my parents came to take care of me for the first month after returning home.

I call that period the dark hour. There is not an hour that I am not sad. There isn't an hour that goes by that I don't think about intense disappointment. They were there to encourage me, hug me, and chase me to take a shower. called me to eat Do many things that remind me of when I was a kid. He is a monk in my heart who helps revive life and revive morale.

It is a guiding light that keeps me from giving up on the most painful days in the dark. After going through the hardest period, they returned to their hometown in Phetchabun to take care of a pineapple farm where the yield was getting worse every year. As for me, I still live at home in Chiang Mai. Tell them that they will find work that they can do. Even if your mental state improves

But I still could not remove the severe disappointment from my thoughts. Every day I sit and mourn. Every night I go to bed sobbing. I don't dare say in print. I don't dare tell my child. I didn't dare tell them that I couldn't succeed. I don't dare say that I'm blind and can't find it. I used to wish that Pim would break up with me. Then go and be happy with your new life and new people on Mars.

To replace the distant void that I left behind and couldn't fill I thought about lying to her that I had someone new and wasn't going to Mars. But I can't, I can't, I can't bring myself to hurt her like that. I can't bear the thought of hurting my child. I don't know what to do, I'm confused...

In the end, I didn't find a job like I told my parents. But spend every day drinking alcohol and listening to the sounds of Mars over and over to reinforce that hopelessness. But it was fate or a miracle that gave me another chance. I met a man in a tavern who used to sit every night.

We met at a time in our lives where we had no emotional support as well. I didn't know he was drinking at the bar and saw me every night until he came to sit and talk with me. He must have been surprised to see a blind man drinking day after day without interruption. No different from himself That day we talked for a long time from 9:00 p.m. until the shop closed at 2:00 a.m.

I shared my sorrows with him, telling him everything from the day I stood and watched the spaceship take my wife and children out of the world until the day I became blind and lost all hope.

“Of course, your girlfriend is beautiful, really beautiful.” I handed him my phone and showed him a clip from Mars. This is the latest clip that I received. And it's one of the two clips where I didn't get a chance to see my wife and daughter's faces. The man reassured me that the print would still look beautiful even after all these years.

“Your son is a young man now.”

“Yes, he will be twenty-two months next.”

“He is handsome, much more handsome than you. Big body looks strong Is he an athlete?”

“Yes, he told me he was a footballer. He has been running fast since he was a child.”

I appreciate strangers being friends and listening to things that old friends never listened to. He said goodbye and will meet again. I didn't know who he was until a week later. He came back again and said I had a ticket to Mars without paying a single penny. At first I didn't believe him and warned him not to joke about things like this.

But eventually he explained to me that he was a former spaceship pilot from Earth to Mars. And in the next two months He will be the captain on my spaceship on the flight to Mars.

The third night has come. The clock last rang about half an hour ago. But I still haven't stopped walking. Still pushing forward and walking through the cold wind, not knowing if we were going in the right direction or not. The body is tired and tries to tell the brain that it can't take it anymore, to stop, but the heart tells the brain that it still has to fight. Go a little further.

I kept going until I accidentally bumped into a shallow rock hole, inviting me to take a break. It seemed like the most suitable place to stay. Sigh... If I had good eyesight, I would have found a better place to stay.

There is nothing to do but sit and hug your knees, feeling lonely and thinking about stories on Mars that are never mentioned in print. Every clip that was sent, she only said that the situation was not good. Had to move house from Santir If I hadn't heard it from the captain's mouth while in space I would never know that Mars actually had more problems than I thought.

What did humans come to Mars for? Isn't it to start over? Isn't it for a better quality of life? But why? It's as if we're going back to the colonial era. Why is there racism on Mars? Even though everything on earth disappeared more than three hundred years ago Why is widespread labor oppression and human trafficking both evils on Earth?

Why do we have to fight over land until the conflict has turned into a war today? Why, why do we have to fight? Instead of helping each other build a new house and a beautiful new city. What happened and I had to accept my fate? Why did he shoot us? I don't understand. But what I understand is the cruel truth that must be accepted.

Just like the captain said. No matter where humans go Human beings are still human beings.

I sighed and looked up at the sky. I really want to know what the moon is like. Will it be as big and round as on Earth? I want to go back and sit beside you typing like the day I proposed to you. With the moon as a witness The pale yellow planet congratulated me when she agreed. I want to go back again. I want to lie down and look at the moon beside you.

Even though my eyes are blind I will ask you to describe in a gentle and attentive voice how beautiful the moon on Mars is. Like how we once looked together on Earth?

The alarm clock rang loudly. Startled, I stood up and sat cross-legged and waited, waiting for the warm sunlight to hit the dry, cracked skin of my cheeks and make them sting and itch like every morning. But today there is no, no feeling, no feeling of difference. I sat and waited until the watch gave the second warning.

“There is no sun.”

The only thing that was like a compass to guide me was not coming to my appointment today. What should I do? My throat was dry so I picked up less than half of the remaining water from the bottle and took a sip while hesitating and frightened. How to continue when there's nothing to guide you as you unwrap the last protein bar and eat it because you're really hungry? I took a bite and swallowed it all.

I knew in my heart that this protein bar and half a bottle of water was my last bet. It will run out today without a doubt, so I have no choice. Even if there is no light to guide you I had to walk through the darkness.

I walked slowly to be as straight as possible. But it didn't take long for one idea to be argued as nonsense. Don't fool yourself into thinking that you walk straight. It's a waste of time. Hurry and walk. Every step is only stones and sand. The wind blows dust into your nose and mouth every time you take off your nose mask. But these dust particles will never enter my eyes.

This is the advantage of the scar that covers my eye. I don't know what my face looked like after that accident. I could only rub my face in front of the mirror day after day. My parents said it was a long gash that ran over both eyes and the bridge of my nose. Slightly reaching the left side of the forehead and left cheek. But still looks good as before

The nurse said that all the friends who came to visit walked straight to the bed without any hesitation. Everyone still remembers me well. I can only hope that Pim and Petlukrak still remember me as well. Hopefully, they will still love this blind, cut-faced father as much as ever.

I was walking on a steep hill. Gravity keeps pushing your body to tip over whenever you don't care. Although it was less than on Earth, it was clearly felt. The ground level sloped up about twenty degrees and became steeper until it was difficult to climb with hands and walking sticks. Hearing the sound of the stones rolling and falling, I felt a shiver up my spine, fearing that it might be myself.

I took a deep breath and pressed forward. Scrambling upwards without stopping, it was as if he saw his heart waiting on the mountain top. But my imagination vanished as my hand caught only air at the last moment. The mound of earth disappeared, leaving only an emptiness that could not be grasped. So I fell face down before rolling and bouncing slowly, like a rubber ball falling down a mountain. The body hit hard rock.

Big and small, both smooth and sharp, dozens of times until it came to rest on a flat surface, face down on the ground. He lay there, breathing hard until the dust was as fine as flour, covering his face. I spit out thick, dirt-covered saliva from my mouth. It hurts so much that I want to squirm like crazy. It was so excruciatingly painful throughout my whole body that I could only gasp and tremble, barely able to breathe. He couldn't utter a sound, but his heart screamed with anger and anger at the fate he had expressed by pounding his fist on the ground.

“Damn it!”

His fist touched something different. I swept my hand across the floor, even though the lump still hadn't gone away. It is different from rocks and sand. It is flat and thin. Narrow and slender Its surface is slightly rough. Easy to pull up from the ground Crushed and crushed in the hand I knew this without even thinking about it.

“Grass… this is dry grass… water” There might be water ahead.

Okay, compose yourself first. If it's a water source With temperatures like this, there must be a very large source of water to have any hope. If it were just a small body of water, it would probably have completely frozen over. But if you get water I can go further. Now, how do I begin? Think, think, think. I guess there must be a crater somewhere in this desert.

The condition is a hill that gradually increases in height and then breaks down like this. Maybe there's water standing at the lowest point in the middle of the hole... A stick, a stick. Find a stick first. I swung my hand and hit a rock so hard that I had to shake it off and hold it. Seven was in so much pain that he was clenching his teeth and struggling, unable to cry out. He was so distraught that he had to slowly feel and touch the ground around him, but he couldn't find it.

It must have bounced off somewhere when it fell off the hill. But it probably isn't far away. Because it had just slipped out of my hand before it was lying here. The more I couldn't find it, the more agitated I became. Because it is an important organ that keeps me from stumbling over rocks. Don't fall down the drain, don't fall off the stairs, don't trip, and remember the way home.

“Where are you?!”

I searched around, expanding my search radius. Until finally he was able to grab the staff and return it. Then use it to help yourself stand up. It was at this time that the injuries from his fall began to show. The pain almost made me want to go back down and writhe. Shoulder bruised from the impact Just a little touch and it hurts a lot. My back felt pain when I slid.

It hurts like there's a scratch. Like the wrists trying to support themselves and protect their head. The lower organs seem to have no more problems than before. Luckily, no part was broken. An old wound on his hip came back and split until blood soaked his pants again. But what can I do? I walked around wrapped in my arms, unable to bear it. Alternating with bending down to look for grass that might have fresh grass nearby.

The soles of his feet made a loud noise from stepping on the dry grass. The cane swayed left and right. Until having walked more than one hundred steps The staff hit something, causing a loud screeching sound. I tapped it two more times. The sound was still sharp, like a sheet of iron. I walked further until I could reach out and grab the thing. Oily, cold skin very smooth and hard

There are squares and corners, geometric patterns. I tapped it with my finger and found a slightly deeper sound than before. I tapped all over to the lower area. The sound changed, it was a deep, heavy thumping sound. I used my hand to caress the part. It was curved and round. There was a shallow groove on the ridge about the size of the palm of a hand. And it's not that cold. I immediately realized that these were car tires, so

This must be some type of vehicle. Probably a car I rubbed the tire until it touched the ground and found that it was buried in sand for more than half the wheel. It must have been abandoned a long time ago. I walked around looking for an entrance, but there was none. It was made of metal in every part, if you didn't count the rubber. Wherever you tap, you'll know it's steel. The difference is only in the echo from thickness and thinness.

Deep in my heart, I hoped it would be drivable knowing that the sand had sunk almost once the wheels were this size. But above all else now I can't find the door. It's not like cars on Earth. What exactly is it? Or it's not a car. I tapped until I found a section that curved downward. Able to support himself and climb up. But my skin is very cold.

Just a few seconds of trying to prop yourself up and making your whole hand feel numb, worse than holding a block of ice. So I had to take off my bag and put it on my hand before struggling to climb up. I walked on it, using my feet to gently probe and guess what this thing was. Will it be an armored vehicle? Or it could be a Mars rover that died two hundred years ago. But whatever it is

I found a lever and wrapped my sleeve around it, gritting my teeth and pulling with all my might. Suddenly it opened and the sound of air rushing inside could be heard. Whatever it is But at least tonight I'm going to have the best place to sleep in days.

I lowered myself into a circular doorway not much wider than myself. It reminds me of tank entrances in war movies. It should be similar to this thing. It's definitely a lot warmer inside than outside. At least there's no cold wind. I reached around and there were rubber sheets, steel pipes, lots of plastic knobs on the side walls.

Just an arm's reach away, I was able to grip the cushion firmly, which gave me great relief. I suddenly realized that I should put the flashlight outside and leave the switch on in case anyone was lucky enough to see it. I stood up and did as I thought and closed the door above before immediately rushing over and sitting on the seat, as if afraid that someone would come and snatch it. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and rested.

As soon as I was sure I would actually go to Mars, I cried out with tears of joy as I fell to the captain's feet. Thanking him, he helped me up and patted me on the shoulder, telling me it was a small matter. I tried to ask why I have the right to travel for free when the actual cost is more than 8 million baht per person.

“I negotiated a little.”

That's all the captain said. And please don't ask too much. After a few days The team from the Mars Spacecraft Company came to take me for training and a physical conditioning program for the eight-month space trip. I told my parents this good news. They were both happy and sad. Glad I will be able to go back to be with my family.

And I'm heartbroken that I may never see this son again. I am very worried about both of you. But we know each other. I know. Mom and Dad know. Knowing that I shouldn't live in this world anymore, I should go, live a new life in the arms of my lover. Dad said it was okay. Anyway, we keep in touch through video clips every two years. Or through the interstellar telecommunication system sometime if we have enough money.

while soaring through the atmosphere The thrusts pressed me against the vibrating chair. Both afraid and excited Until when we escape the gravitational pull of the world Everything seemed to stop. Slowly, my feet began to lift off the ground. I heard my fellow passengers talk about the world outside the window: how big and beautiful the blue stars were.

I heard the sound of the seat belts being released one after another. They looked excited and had fun floating in the absence of gravity. Miss Sasha, she is Russian. She came to unbuckle my seatbelt for me and then held my hand to guide me to the window to join the others in flying. She spoke to me about the world outside the window in serpentine English, which I could understand. But what really touched me was the friendship she tried to provide.

“Welcome everyone to the Albatross. with a flight to Mars That will take you floating without gravity for a total of eight months and seventeen days according to Earth time. This flight is under my supervision. Because the captain will drink with you. From my travel experience of more than thirty flights.

Ninety percent of non-drinkers and smokers will start drinking and smoking on this ship. If anyone is going to smoke Please smoke in the sealed chamber at the rear of the ship to…”

“Shut up Maya. Now turn on the music,” the captain interrupted.

“Acknowledged Captain. But speaking harsh words is inappropriate. It may cause the crew members to be dissatisfied, and more importantly, I am disappointed.”

“This brainy woman talks more every day,” the captain whispered to me.

Maya turns on the music.

Space Oddity

of John Bowie, so fitting with the atmosphere in which we are saying goodbye to the world. Then head out into the vast, dark space. But at least our ship isn't alone. The captain said that hundreds of other ships from around the world are also using this once-in-two-year opportunity to travel. Some ships accelerated and disappeared in the blink of an eye, others slowly.

Some were large and luxurious, painted gold, shining brightly but whirling like drill bits, causing dizziness. The only exciting feature on this road to Mars is the Ross space station. It's the only place where we can experience gravity in space. It is a stopping point for caravans traveling from Earth to Mars and from Mars to Earth.

It was the only place in eight months that we could go out and eat something that wasn't a protein bar. Meeting strangers, chatting, dancing, or perhaps releasing lust that has been suppressed for months. So it's no surprise that ships are racing to reach the space station first to capture the happiness before everyone else snatches it up.

Our long time on the spacecraft made me and the captain close friends as we chatted about many things. He mentioned that he had been a commercial pilot before becoming an astronaut. Today's spaceships are not as difficult or complex to control as before. Take off and land on the stars like a plane landing on an airport. But the hardest thing about being an astronaut is the mind and body.

It is therefore not surprising that nowadays it is very difficult to find astronauts. Why is that? We must go back to the beginning of the pioneering days of Mars. Everyone wanted to be a pilot to Mars. Space was still an exciting thing for people at that time. It is the dream of many children and young men around the world. It is said that anyone who piloted a spaceship during the period of star development until the pioneering period almost seventy years ago earned enough income to eat and live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Unlike today, where a stay at a space resort above Earth costs as much as a monthlong trip to Europe. Space has become mundane and no longer exciting. And who would want to be a boring astronaut from Earth to Mars? Had to be locked in a cramped spaceship and eat monotonous food. You must exercise every day to prevent muscle atrophy. You must be suspicious of your girlfriend having an affair. I have to stay away from my children and from my wife.

Away from family and friends for at least three years It takes almost two years to make a round trip and a year to wait on Mars. So it's no surprise that almost all pilots fly just two times as promised and then quit or return to commercial flying.

But the captain was flying this for the third time. What the reason is deep inside my heart, I don't know. But one of the reasons I think he flies is because he has nothing to lose. Because he's all gone. The day I heard the news that my wife and child had died. He is traveling back to Earth. His mother-in-law cried through the teleprompter, sending bad news across space to the captain. He asks where he is, hurry back.

But the captain couldn't do anything. The craft couldn't fly any faster. He had to wait in misery and loneliness for more than half a year. There was only Maya's voice helping to comfort him. But he could hardly help. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He sat blankly looking at pictures of his wife and children. Tears the size of peas flowed down her face. They floated together until they were the size of a football. Child after child It becomes evidence of the doom of a mind floating without gravity, reflecting the sparkles of the lights of a ship in the middle of dark space.

By the time the captain arrived on Earth, it was already too late. All that remains is the image of the mother and son on the day they were still smiling and a golden urn containing the ashes was placed in front of them. Father-in-law sat vacant. He didn't even greet his son from a distant land. Mother-in-law is still crying. How long has it been? It's been more than half a year since they left. The captain apologized and apologized to his mother-in-law for not being able to take care of his wife and children.

Even if you are consoled because what happened was an accident But he couldn't trick himself into shirking responsibility for this loss. He knew that his wife was not a good driver and was skittish, and that his son was not old enough to drive his mother around easily. If he were on earth It should be him who was driving that car.

This kind of thing may not happen or if it is unavoidable. He would hold his wife and children in his arms, protecting them from danger with his own life. But he's not here.

Father-in-law used to say it wasn't worth it. Even if you get a lot of gold back But what is the value when there is no happiness at all? That day, he had over fifty million baht in his account. Many numbers seem worthless when he has no one left. Money couldn't bring both of their lives back. In the end, that much money ended up in bottles of liquor and cigarettes that he had never touched before. Bottle after bottle Envelope after envelope Months and years have passed.

“Cold…” I woke up trembling. What happened? Why was it so cold? I reached into my shirt and it wasn't warm, which meant the power was gone. The coil shirt doesn't heat up anymore. Work is in. Food is gone. Water... half a bottle of water is left in the bag. I frantically took out the water and found that it had turned into ice, making it impossible to drink.

Part of me wants to take a bottle of ice and hug it to receive the warmth from my chest. But it was too cold to bear. So I had to leave with regret.

I climbed out from the top. Forget that the iron outside is very cold. So he was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his hand until he fell back and his buttocks were stuck inside. My ass hurts. before getting up and climbing again carefully A strong gust of wind ripped through his hair, sending chills straight to his scalp as soon as his head popped. From now on there is no food, no water, no heating kit.

And it was still night for sure. The wind was as if a cold hand had slapped the face until it was numb. If you walked out now, you might die in a few hours. But if you stay still, the more you shiver, the more painful it will be. Go outside and at least move around and create some warmth. But if you go out, how much will you be able to move?

It's not enough to fight the harsh weather like this. Wait... wait until morning. Let the sunlight come back to help again. But what if the sun doesn't come? We have to hurry. We're out of water, we're out of food. If we're late, we'll die. If we leave now, we'll die faster. Wait, wait... I'll never know. All I knew was that the flashlight was gone.

I miss the fire again After four days the jacket was warm enough without relying on the heat from the fire. There was a lighter from the captain. But where can I find fuel in a desert filled with dirt and rocks? Is there any more of the hay I found yesterday? Will it be enough to start a fire? When morning came, the wind calmed down.

I follow the heat of the sun Bending down, he searched for dry grass. Hopefully if you're lucky you might come across some bushes. I pulled up as much grass as I could and put it in my bag, dragging my legs and walking as fast as I could. But let's be real. The grass I gathered wasn't even enough to light a fire for one minute. What should I do? I can't figure it out because I don't know.

I should watch survival documentaries with my kids every Saturday evening. In the program, adventurers go to various places, including rainforests, high mountains, and the extremely cold South Pole. Including deserts that are only dry. The hottest and coldest places in the same place He was able to survive every time. Ready to present ideas

Techniques for how to survive from various dire situations. If you saw them, it might not be this difficult. Even though it's a desert on Mars, But looking at it, it's no different from the world at all.

As expected, I walked up the hill again. Be careful not to roll over like you did yesterday. In the brain, imagine walking out of a crater. Surrounded by millions of craters, like a map of Mars commonly sold in stationery stores on Earth. I knew that the Kimmeria Desert was as vast as the continent of Australia.

But I don't know exactly where I'm at. My destination was the Irindanian Plains. Popularly known as the Nile Basin of Mars. The Far East, where more and more immigrants were settling in, I had to get there. Trying to resist the pain, he sped up his steps, half-walking, half-toeing, taking short leaps.

Gravity that is less than Earth's helps me float farther. But I have to be careful when I land because I don't know what's ahead. Third alarm clock Late morning temperatures have warmed up somewhat. I don't know what the temperature is now. I only know that the cold is bearable. I have to walk, I have to do it. I've come nearly a hundred million kilometers, but I'm going to die.

The last two hundred kilometers or not! I won't give in. I have to do it. I have to survive. I repeat this word into my subconscious. Increase your mental strength to be brave and help bring back your tired physical energy to challenge difficulties and not be afraid of all things that cannot be seen. But confidence led to carelessness and caused him to lose his foot and get stuck in a rock crevice. Ankle twisted and prone

“Ah! Oh my!”

I spit out thick, sticky saliva. He grabbed a stone near him and threw it out to vent his anger, frustration, and disappointment. Bad luck, discouragement, and the cold weather made the spirit he tried to boost shrink even more. I curled up with my hands on my ankles. It suddenly swelled up. Pain to the point where you can no longer bear your weight. From now on, it's definitely going to be bad, it's going to be bad. The more you hurry, the slower it seems.

The air was so cold that he shivered and shivered even more than before as injuries spread all over his body, including his head, shoulders, back, hips, palms, shins, and most recently his ankles. I raised my head and screamed to let the suppression go. I can only hope that the support I have will not go away as well. The only reason I came here was my wife and children.

They are everything I have on this planet. They're up there. Somewhere, I've arrived. I've arrived on Mars. I can't give up. I grab my walking stick and gather my strength to fight the pain and lift myself up. The soles of the feet cannot be firmly planted on the ground. But the cane is ready to take over from now on. I have to keep going, I can't stop.

The slower you go, the closer death follows. The further you go, the more likely you are to survive. I have to do it. I have to do it. My leg hurts and I have to endure it. The watch beeped for the sixth time just now. I walked with my back to the afternoon sun on Mars. The heat radiating through the fur layer was faintly felt, if I wasn't blind. I will definitely never feel that way.

“Do you think you want to know?!”

I don't want to have a more delicate skin touch! I don't want to have better ears! And I don't want to have a good nose like a dog! I want my eyes back! Eyes that will make me see To take me back to my child son who has grown into a young man Go see your wife's face. A wife whose beauty cannot be taken away by time. I want to see them

I want to be the one to run to you and hug you. I want to look into those beautiful eyes that used to shine in the candlelight on a full moon night. The night we enjoyed a wonderful dinner. The night that every smile, every word is engraved in my memory, never to be erased.

I pushed on and walked slowly. Rubbing his useless legs against his damaged body. Follow the path with your back to the sunlight. “Are you really on the right path?” the negative mind seems to say louder and louder in difficult times, “Are you sure?” Every day that passes, I follow its advice. Words that define life and death I have no choice

Am I really walking east? or is walking around in circles I'll never be sure. But I have to go along hoping for the right direction and good luck. But what if I'm really lost?

“Haha, what can I do but wait for death!”

Don't think like that, you idiot! If there is no hope died right here As long as you're not dead yet There is still hope. That means we still have to fight. They're waiting out there. The closest we've been since we've been apart for fifteen years.

Now the ground has only rocks and less sand. There is no flat path for easy walking. The path is full of high and low rocks. Sometimes you have to climb up. Then find a way down You have to be careful around the rocks. Simply imagine walking along the rocks in a stream. People with good eyesight still have to move slowly and carefully. How difficult will it be for a blind person like me?

Now the situation I am facing is probably not much different. I didn't trust the road to the point where I had to sit down and crawl on my knees, slowly using my cane to tap forward. Then he put his weight on one of the rocks that was precariously perched on it. The rock moved, causing my hand to slip and hit my head hard. I lay on my back and moaned. Swearing various vulgar words

while holding the left side of his skull The liquid seeped out until my hair was soaked. I've had another head injury. How unlucky is this? Hurt and hurt again on the day you have to hurry the most.

I gritted my teeth and continued on, even though I was so exhausted I almost fainted. Dried blood clung to his hair until it was hard. Pray that the bleeding will stop soon. Because I couldn't do anything but keep going. I crawled, climbed, slipped, ducked, and on and on until I forgot that I couldn't feel the sun at all. I don't know when it disappeared. But the clock still hasn't sounded until the end of the evening.

Or now there are clouds covering the sky So how can I walk straight? Which way will I go? The night is creeping up. Comes with fear that begins to gnaw at the heart. Many people ask me if I am blind, why am I afraid of the dark? When it is light or dark it makes no difference. I told him that I wanted to be in the light because I still wanted to be normal. Every evening I turn on the light. Every morning I turn off the lights.

It took several months to adjust and get used to life with the sound of TV and music as friends. I can't read Can't read braille Audiobooks from the public library have become a companion to relieve loneliness. The tone of the storyteller in the book is so sweet and touching. Pronounce each word meticulously.

Increase the tone of the story according to the rhythm of the story, like a musician singing a song. She became a star for blind people like me.

I crawled until I reached a dead end. His hand trembled and he touched the rock that stood in his way. So high that I couldn't reach it. I don't know where it ends. Suddenly there was a loud bang not far away. It must have been a rockfall. Collapsed from a high rock ridge that may have been a cliff. I was frantic, whether to find a nook to hide in or to quickly get out of here. He was afraid that the rocks would collapse and crush his body.

When going away from this cliff Where am I going? If going to the east You have to climb over this cliff. The last alarm has sounded. What should I do? The cold is getting harder and harder. I didn't drink water until my saliva became so sticky that I couldn't swallow it. I ran out of food and there was no warmth from the coil set. There is no enclosed place to sleep. There was only a narrow rock crevice.

Just enough to insert yourself. Don't know if it's safe or not? All I know is that now I'm trembling and the coldness spreads through my whole body. Try clenching your teeth so they don't chatter. But it trembled at the collarbone. Flesh tingled and tingled throughout my body again and again. more and more Can't do anything but curl up into a nautilus and shrink it to its smallest size.

His hands were shaking and cold and stiff, almost unbearable. The facial skin is numb to the point of almost not feeling it. I was trembling and unable to do anything. Feet fucked hard, tingles all the way to the thighs. Barely able to move Dizzy, can't think of anything. Living in the blindness of the darkest night, brutally cold and silent like hell, fear, terror, pain, suffering, despondency.

Splashing the cordyceps every moment of my mind. Aiming to destroy consciousness and make it blind like the eyes. The only thing that keeps me from freaking out. What brought me back from the depths of despair was my beloved wife and son. They are with me everywhere, every second, just thinking about them. It's like I've returned home at sunset.

Where Phet is playing football next to the fence. Pim is preparing dinner. The sound of our greetings still ringing like they had just happened in a moment of eternal darkness. My son has grown into a young man. He's probably as big as me. The eyes he received from his mother would take the breath away from any girl who looked at her. What kind of hairstyle will he wear?

He probably has long, disheveled hair like his favorite football player. Or if he obeys his mother? Probably a good kid who likes to read books. You may need to get thick glasses. His voice has changed. It's not that innocent or rambunctious like in the old clips. He probably has big muscles because he likes sports like me. What will your father's children be like?

I want you to take this blind father to watch a football game in the stadium, just like he used to let his son ride you around his neck when someone was standing in front of you. I want to shout and jump for joy with my child even though the father can't see him. No matter what I will go back to my son. Even if you have to exchange your life I want to go back and be buried in the warm embrace of my beloved wife. Feel the shiny black hair mixed with the scent of fragrant flowers.

Then he kissed softly on the delicate red lips. I want to listen to the sweet, touching words. Caress the skin softly Embracing the body, shaping the chest and waist, curving like a celestial queen. You probably have the smile and sweet demeanor you've dreamed of. To take care of me with love and connection. Relief from the loneliness that had accumulated for fifteen years. No matter what

I will go back to my beloved wife. Even if you have to exchange your life

“Frozen to death… for sure.”

I'm not here. I can't be here. Lying curled up like this, I'm sure I'll die of cold. I have to go. Please... help me... Where is Pim Phet? Father is here... Father is here. Please, the angels of heaven and earth have mercy on me one more time. Please... I would like to exchange all my merit for the words. Promise, I have to go, go find my son, go find my wife. They're waiting, struggling to hold on to my cane. But the hand didn't respond.

He tried to kick himself, struggling to crawl, scrambling forward. But without strength His mouth trembled, his teeth almost biting his tongue. Goosebumps stood up in bumps. Exhaustion accumulates, asthmatic breath The temperature dropped as low as if they were about to freeze them alive. And still moving, even though he's still breathing.

"help…"

Even if there's a glimmer of hope I knew in my heart that there was no way, but I tried to cry out in a hoarse voice. I crawled until I fell off a rock and hit the sand and gravel. Help me. I can't get up. I can't take it anymore. I'm dizzy. I'm confused. I can't think straight. I don't know which way to go. Rolling around in the dust of the earth, pitiful. It's so cold, I'm so hungry, I'm so thirsty, I can't take it anymore. Please help...

I used the last of my strength to push myself to my knees on the cold, barren sand on Mars that seemed to never end. I realized that everything I had tried was useless. There is no hope at all. Try to stimulate your mind to have hope. Even though I know that everything I do is deceiving myself!

“You are lost! You're lost! Do you understand, Sak? You're lost! You've been hooked since day one! You stop fooling yourself! Crazy! Oh… you can't do it! You can't go anymore! You're not a hunter! You are not a desert person! You're just a stupid company employee who just doesn't have a GPS and can't get home properly.

So you're going to challenge the desert on Mars? Are you crazy? You can stop thinking! Ahhh!”

I could only cry and roar because of sorrow without tears. Surrender to fate that is about to take my life away. Go away from your child, from your wife. From everything I have I can't do anything anymore. I can't walk anymore. The body stops shaking. But it became swollen until the coil set was tight. before falling back and lying face down on the gravel. I could only lie down and not move.

Just raising your hands and legs is difficult. Can't think of anything? All tense and dizzy. Except for the things I've done every day and every night for the fifteen years we've been apart. I tried with my last ounce of energy to pull the phone out of my pocket. Press to open a familiar clip without relying on your eyes. My beloved wife's voice said, making me smile. on the face stained with dirt

“What do you say, Brother Sak? Another two years have passed. Are you fine?”

I nodded and smiled at her. Her voice is still beautiful.

“Politics around here is not very good. But there are still no problems getting here. Don't worry. He doesn't let me talk much. They won't let me send the clip to you. Well, as always, Pim will report on the progress of Nong Pim and Boy Phet's lives to Father. now boy In fact, you must be the boss. He's got a girlfriend. Her name is Tonhom.

She is a real Thai girl.”

“Not mom! Friends!” His son's voice sounded from far away.

"Ouch! Stubborn. Mother believes that father must be proud that he is much better at flirting with women than he is. Because of who? Because it was mother who taught him how to please women in a way that his father never understood. If father comes to teach himself You might not be able to flirt with the onions.”

"mother! Enough! I'm going to play football now.”

“Don't come back late.”

“P'Sak Pim really wants you to be here. I'm here to help deal with this mess. From small to large, we take care of them to the best of our ability. He was sometimes mischievous, sometimes stubborn, and used to secretly smoke. Typing is both a hit and a warning. I see that it has already been discontinued. But I don't know if he's still secretive or not. But the fact that he is an athlete His coach should be able to help him curb some of these bad habits.

His hairstyle that I saw might be a bit off-putting, but I have to accept it. Even when we were teenagers, we used to follow fashion. If I grow up a little, I'll probably quit. But no matter what He is a good person.”

"Type... well done..." I'm very proud. She told various stories about home, work, and society that I listened to over and over until I remembered every word. Then at the end of the clip, the sound cut to the time when Phet and her mother were sitting together.

“Hi, Dad. I miss dad. Waiting for dad to come find me like usual. In two years I will graduate and receive my degree. I would like father to come if possible.”

“Okay, lastly, both Phet and mother would like to say that they still love their father and are always waiting for him. So we prepared this song to sing to encourage Dad. Give your father strength. Let Dad try and follow us here together. Dad must do it.”

Phet strums the acoustic guitar her mother bought her as a birthday present. Before Pim starts singing a song

Lover’s Moon

Glen Frey's voice is soft and sweet and dreamy. Euan sang a song of love and connection with the moon as a witness. and make a promise no matter how much the stream of time passes Our love will never change. They will still be waiting. And know that I'm still waiting We are still waiting for the day we can come back together and be beside each other. Embracing each other under the shadow of the moon of love

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