As he left Lystra behind, every crunch of the pebbles under his sandals, every rustle of the grass he trampled, meant another step toward the unknown and away from his home.
Lüstrast lahkudes tähendas iga kruusarudin tema jalge all, iga tallatud rohututi vaikne sahin järjekordset sammu teadmatuse poole ja eemale kodust.