Mike and Wind

Mike and I were in the middle of a war zone and the time period we were in was centuries ago from now. Mike was outside, watching for the enemies to cross the boarder that divided us and them. While there was an extreme tension outside, I was cooking in the old, small kitchen. All of sudden, Mike ran inside in a hurry. He told me that the enemies have crossed the boarder. Just when we were about to leave the kitchen, a few of the men from the enemies caught us. They examined us, especially me. We kept silent, holding each other really tight. A man who looked senior to the others said to me that they could use me. I looked at Mike for some kind of comfort, but he just nodded. Mike decided that it was better for me to live than to die with him here. As my hand was being pulled by the man, Mike whispered in my ear that he would come and find me. I was taken hostage by the enemies without Mike. As soon as the man and I stepped outside, a strong wind started blowing across the battle field. Almost at the same time the wind blew, Mike dashed out of the house and disappear with the wind towards the boarder. In that instant, I knew that the wind was with him to save us.

Raw Meat in Argentina

My coworkers, JB, JM and I were to go on a work trip to Argentina. Of course, our work does not have money to pay our airfares, and we were told to drive there. We were a little frustrated but seemed to accept the reality fairly well.

We arrived in Argentina. I did not remember anything about the whole car ride. When we got there, we realized that we had to find a place to stay. We found one hotel and talked to a guy at the front desk. He told us that it would cost over $850 a night there. Even though it was a ridiculously expensive, we decided to stay there.

Now it was dinner time. I was starving. I didn't remember anything I ate for the past however many days we spent on the road. We got to a restaurant and JB and JM ordered food quickly. I could not decide what to eat. While I was thinking about what to eat, their food came to our table and surprised me. It was a big chunk of raw chicken and beef piled on a plate. It didn't look like there was any spice on it. Just raw meat. JB cut up the meat with his fork and knife and carried it into his mouth like it was a normal thing to do. I could not believe it. I was disgusted. I felt sick to my stomach. He noticed that I was reacting funny and simply told me that it tasted perfectly fine and it was the Argentine way. I could not order my food after then and kept staring at the raw meat on the table.