Politics & Government

Here we were in the middle of nowhere, not knowing anyone, and we had no place to stay.

And the sun would be going down soon.

Even Max knew better than to say anything.

In the silence, I heard a clip-clop, and looked up. A big brown horse was coming slowly down the road in our direction. A barefoot boy a little older than me was riding him, without a saddle. I wondered how he managed not to fall off.

He stopped in front of us. He looked at us standing there with our bags in front of the closed garden gate.

“Hotel problem?” he said.