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Kazakhstan is the last place Odysseus thought he would end up. Confusion ran through his mind on how he might have gotten onto the wrong plane. He walked through the landing base quickly and quietly before anyone could figure out that he had been hiding in the cargo. Plans started rushing through his head, to find a way to get to the US base. But as he was thinking them through none of them would seem to work, especially since he had no clue where in Kazakhstan he was. He wondered farther and farther into the desert, where the plane he had been on, had landed. The sun was getting lower each step he took. He thought he should stop and get rested up for the night but decided, he had to find a way out of Kazakhstan to be safe. He couldn’t get the picture of his family out of his head, only thinking “Will I ever get to see my beautiful wife, or my son that I barely know because of this war?”
 * Lost in Kazakhstan: Far From Where He Was Going. Help along the way. **

He pushed himself to go farther and to find something or someone that he could trust to get him out of Kazakhstan. The seconds seemed like days until Odysseus came across a little hut with little children running around out side. He decided it was far enough from where he had land to ask for help.

As he walked up to the house the children stopped playing, looked up at him and ran inside. Seconds later a man appeared, not to much older then Odysseus himself. "Can I ask you why you have stumbled onto my land?"

"My name is Odysseus and I have been fighting in the war in Iraq, I have gotten onto the wrong plane and accidentally ended up here. I was wondering if you could do me the favor and help me by telling me where in Kazakhstan we are."

"My name is Brad Johnson and this is Karakum Desert. Come into my home and I shall feed you and you may come on my boat that leaves tonight to Russia."

"Thank you kind sir." Odysseus said.

Odysseus went inside and ate a meal that he hasn't had in a while. A home cooked meal just like Penelope has cooked: mash potatoes, chicken, and salad, washed down with luxurious wine. He meet Brads family, his wife Mary, and two sons John and Jack, which reminded him of his own son who was so full of energy. The thought quickly went away when Brad asked "Odysseus, friend of far lands, great leader in war, tell me what is your life like?"

“I am from the states and I am fighting in the Iraqi war. “I’m the son of John and have a wife and son at home, which I miss deeply.” Little more conversation went on, As, Odysseus chewed on his food and watched the Johnson family eat their meal together, even so did he miss her family more and more.

The children were fast asleep in their beds as Odysseus and Brad walked out the door. What a beautiful night it was, the sky was clear, letting you see the stars, and the bright moon, shining down for all to see.

Odysseus was told by Brad, not to be seen by many people on the ship, because he could be in great danger. Also Brad could get caught for helping out a US Solider.

The walked the way to the ship that wasn’t far at all. As they got to the dock Odysseus quickly boarded the boat and went to the storage part and hid out. Every so often Brad would go down to check up on him.

Back and forth went Odysseus, being rocked to sleep by the ship. His eyelids getting heavier and heavier making its hard to stay awake. Sleep, something Odysseus hasn’t had in many months. He kept thinking don’t fall asleep danger is too great.

Odysseus thought to himself before his eyelids portrayed him and he fell into a deep slumber, will I ever get home. A slumber that would take him all the way to Russia. One step on his journey home, where he wants to be.