How Did Stromae Lost In Algeria Desert

The Algerian desert was a harsh and desolate place; remnants of the bridge that once spanned across the mighty river Abdul were still visible. The land was almost unrecognizable, but memories of its beauty brought Stromae here. He could still picture where the Infinity tower once was, but after having no one tend to it for years it had chunks of it missing, probably scavenged by militia or wanderers, metal was worth its weight in water nowadays. Water itself was a luxury many could not afford ever since the oceans dried up and ever since the grass withered. Stromae had been to Algeria a long time ago, back when he was a kid and his parents were still alive. He was born in Algeria, in a hospital on the outskirts of the capital. Looking up
Stromae realized it was almost daylight. Taking his time to scan his surroundings and singling out a building, which looked reasonable Stromae, made his way towards his new residence. Stromae had learned a while back never to enter a building without any type of weapon, so he took out his homemade shiv and kicked in the door. The door fell with relative ease; Stromae walked in on his toes getting ready to react at the slightest of movement, fortunately there wasn’t any.

Stromae was a thin and lanky 20 year old who shouldn’t have survived even a year after the daylight temperature passed 60 degrees Celsius, daylight temperature was now at an estimated 150 Celsius.
Yet Stromae was still alive. He owed it to his sheer determination to live and survive besides anything, but that determination was gone. Stromae had been fighting radiation poisoning for almost two months without treatment he was as good as dead. That’s why he was in Algeria again. He wanted to see the country before he called it a lifetime. Having sold all of his belongings, which wasn’t much, Stromae was capable of making the trip across the Mediterranean Sea’s floor which was a long and arduous journey made easier only by those he met on the way. Having friends was unheard of in today’s life, but Stromae was sure he had definitely made some on his way here. However he also buried them. The harsh truth of life was finally evident, you will always want more, even though Stromae was in the country he wanted to be in before he died, his heart didn’t seemed to be fulfilled. The hole, which he had just filled, moved to the side and exposed a new hole, which was begging to be occupied. Heart racing and mind slowly refusing to operate Stromae lay down on the floor and closed his
eyes.

He woke up with an answer. After all he was just a human and human nature for a lack of better words was a sly, cunning and greedy witch. Having tricked Stromae into thinking that once in Algeria he would be able to rest in peace human nature had used this belief as a cover up for her real intention. Being able to see the beauty of Algeria, Stromae’s heart wanted to live, but his mind saw nothing besides evil subsequently evil is just live backwards. So Stromae did what any sane man would have done and he went to the roof of the building he spent last night in. At the top of the roof he let the wind blow against his face and took a deep breath. Human nature knew what was coming and she wept like a child.

Stromae stood by the edge and looked down, the fall was at least 5 floors. He lifted one foot and extended it outwards; closed his eyes and saw his friends and parents flash before his eyes. He opened his eyes and saw the ground fast approaching, but he didn’t feel scared; he didn’t think about the pain he was going to feel all he could feel was pure bliss or at least he thought it was pure bliss until the feeling sparked a short memory. He was with his parents at the dinner table and they had just finished their prayers, which Stromae himself gave, and he looked up to see both his parents were smiling at him; all he felt was satisfaction.