It was the winter season, nearing the beginning of the dawn. Tobby woke up feeling uncomfortably chilled, shaking and rubbing his hands together to cause little warmth so quickly embraced himself. He saw a truck across the side of the road, it was about to leave. He moved towards it stealthy, hoping to hop on unnoticed.

“The truck is not locked yet, ohh yes!” he uttered in a low rustling voice, leaping into the truck. Inside the truck there were a number of aggressive German Shepherds chained and caged, and they started barking at him. He stayed still, patient, as he waited for them to be quiet.

An old German guy punched the truck container trying to shut the noise made by the dogs.

“Blӧde Hunde, hӧrt auf Krach zu machen! (Stupid dogs, stop making noise!)” he shouted.

The boy was afraid. He even thought about getting off, but unfortunately he was too late, the truck had already been locked by two old German guys.

“Wir sind spät dran, starte den Motor! (We are late, start the truck!)” one of the old German guys shouted. The man who was driving seemed to be quiet and the other one a bit harsh.

The truck was in England, Wood Street police station Bassishaw, heading to the ship dock. Tobby wasn’t aware of any of that. Yesterday Tobby and his mother had a disagreement, he wanted to visit his father residing back in Germany and ended up running away from home to the streets.

As the truck was halfway to its destination, Tobby had enough of being stuck. He started hitting the container door with a hard metal object trying to break it.

The sound wasn’t loud enough to be heard by the two men driving in front. Tobby wasn’t using too much force to avoid making a noise, thinking the dogs might start barking.

About two hours later, the truck arrived at the shipping dock. Tobby woke up as quickly as he could and hid himself behind some of the boxes packed in the container. Looking at the door handles, he noticed the scratches he made while trying to open up and the metal object he left on the ground.

The man who was driving the truck went to the container to check if the dogs were okay. He saw scratches and a metal object, but made a funny face and didn’t pay attention to it. He closed the container and even forgot to lock it.

Tobby walked slowly towards the door, suddenly he lost balance and fell as the container was swaying while it was being moved. He quickly grabbed the door handles and opened the container but it was too late, the container was already placed on the ship; a ship that had numerous different containers. He went back in the container, hiding from the people who were walking around. He didn’t get a chance to get off the ship.

About an hour later, the ship started to sail and Tobby was depressed, but he made peace with getting himself lost because he knew that he’d land somewhere.

Later, Tobby was famished. As he looked around he saw a bowl filled with dog food and quickly grabbed it away from the dogs before they tried to rip off his hand. The dogs weren’t so bad after he took their food, they didn’t even make a move on him, they just lifted their heads and went back to what they were doing.

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