Forgotten children 11. chapter

Summer holiday had started, and yesterday Jenny, who worked in Youth Centre in Brooklyn and was our good friend, and also worked for AF- society, had told (after she had made sure there was no security cameras near us), that the society was located in Arizona desert. After we had bought a map, food and CD`s for the travel, filled the car with gas and said goodbye to our friends, there was only one thing we had to do: take off the identification chip.

Nowadays everyone has a chip, because without it you can`t get a bank account, health insurance or even apartment. "Maybe we shouldn`t do that. Can`t we just get a job as cleaners?", Bill asked. I knew he didn`t mean it, we wouldn`t stand even a week as cleaners. He was scared, and I understood it. After we had taken off the chips, we would be outside of the surveillance network, but also outside of safety net.

I made small cut in Bill`s arm, took the chip off and wrap bandage around the wound. It wasn`t big, but it would most likely leave a scar.  When Bill had taken off my chip, and get over the anxiety caused by the sight of blood, we started to drive towards northern Arizona.

We drived strolling and using small roads, avoiding turnpikes and policies, and slept in our car. We couldn`t afford to sleep in the motel, and I doubt they wouldn`t even give us room, because we were under aged and without ID. Because of strolling, the travel take five days, and we were thankful to Jenny for the money she had given to us. We used a lot of gas and didn`t wanted to use credit cards, because every time you use it, you leave a mark in database, and we definetly didn`t wanted anyone to be able to trace us.

Finally at the evening of fifth day, while we were driving along a small desert road, we saw valley full of houses with solar panels, green houses and laughing kids. It was like a completely different world than the one we had came from, world of control and suspicion. For the first time I understood what freedom really means.