Η τελευταία...έξοδος

Dear Red,
If you're reading this, then you're out. One way or another, you're out.
And if you've followed along this far, you might be willing to come a little further.
I think you remember the name of the town, don't you?
I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.

Meantime, have a drink on me - and do think it over.
I will be keeping an eye out for you.
Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and find you well.

Your friend,
Peter Stevens



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Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget.
I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion in uncertain.

I hope Andy is down there.

I hope I can make it across the border.

I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.

I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.

I hope.


Από τη νουβέλα του Stephen King με τίτλο : "Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption"
αφιερωμένο σε μια ψυχή που πέρασε τις 54 τελευταίες μέρες, στο μικρό "κελί" ενός μεγάλου νοσοκομείου.