Where the Road Leads

By Suren G. Hakobyan

A few fragments of Alen's life, based on real stories, will take you on a journey of life. You never know what destiny has in store for you. While reading this short story you'll travel through time with Alen, live important moments from his life, and meet the end, which, unfortunately, is today's reality.
Where does this road of reality take us? Are we going the right way?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suren G. Hakobyan
• Release date: Oct 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393301745

Book preview

I entered the hotel dragging my luggage and made my way to the reception desk.

Behind the counter, a plump woman rose, greeted me with a false smile on her round face, and regarded me from head to toe.

Hello, she said. Your name, please?

My eyebrows knitted, I looked at her askew. The slight smile on her face faded instantly. She wasn’t the reason for my displeasure. I had flown into Munich International Airport, sat on a train for half an hour, taken a bus after I had missed my station, and still had to drag my luggage for over a kilometer in the pouring rain. That’s what had me pissed off.

Bro, for God’s sake, how did you manage to walk through Munich in the rain for a kilometer, one of my friends would say every time we meet. He laughed and I would too. It seems funny now, remembering, but at that moment it wasn’t, not at all.

Back in the lobby, I sucked in a deep breath.

Alen Sargsyan, I told her.

I glanced at my white trousers spotted with dirty raindrops and I thought, why the hell did I wear white trousers for traveling?

While she was consulting her list, my eyes traveled over the counter and met a slim German girl sitting in the corner. Catching my glance, she smiled. For a moment I forgot my anger, my welling insides calmed and I smiled back.

Here you are. The plump receptionist brought my attention to her. And here’s your key. It’s on the second floor. Take the stairs on the left.

I pocketed the key and climbed to the second floor. I remember clearly, my room was number eighteen. A long balcony was wrapped around the rooms of the second floor which overlooked the hall downstairs. Mine was on the opposite wing of the stairwell just in front of the footbridge connecting two balconies.

Changing my clothes, I hurried downstairs. According to the slim German girl,