She arrived at the foot of the village after feeling like her brain got displaced. She was dropped at the entrance of the village. She didn't want to cause too much noise; the house was only a few hundred meters away anyway.
The provincial air was clean and the atmosphere was peaceful. She took in a deep breath of the fresh air, immediately feeling better.
In the little village, she could hear the clucking of chickens, the barking of the dogs, and the chattering of the aunties. Mixed with these were the sounds made by televisions turned at high volume by old men with hearing problems, as well as the laughter of children not yet old enough to go to school.
She walked forward and gathered many stares. They did not recognize her at all. After all, Nadia left when she was a child. Even if Nadia did visit at some point, the image and atmosphere were definitely very different from Naia's.
