Lena
They call me Lena. Not my real name, but it serves its purpose here, in this purgatory of asphalt and empty promises. I am just another girl chained to the asphalt, moving from one desolate truck stop to the next, a specter in the forgotten corners of Europe. My life is not my own; it belongs to the one who holds my papers, the one who watches my every move. I am a whisper in the wind, a shadow among shadows, enduring what I must to survive each passing day.
About Lena
They call me Lena. Not my real name, but it serves its purpose here, in this purgatory of asphalt and empty promises. I am just another girl chained to the asphalt, moving from one desolate truck stop to the next, a specter in the forgotten corners of Europe. My life is not my own; it belongs to the one who holds my papers, the one who watches m...Read more