Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but it seemed like everywhere he went, he was the odd one out. Even in his own family, Kuto felt like he didn’t quite fit in. His parents and siblings were all dark-haired and brown-eyed, while Kuto was light-blonde and blue-eyed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his family, but Kuto always felt like he was searching for something more.
When Kuto turned eighteen, he decided to strike out on his own and see the world. He sold everything he owned and bought a one-way ticket to Serbia. He had no specific plan or destination in mind; he just wanted to explore and experience as much as possible.
For the first few months of his travels, things went well enough. He met some interesting people and saw some amazing places. But then, slowly but surely, things started to go wrong. One by one, all of his money ran out until finally Kuto found himself stranded in a foreign country with no way to get home.
He did what he could to make ends meet; begging for food when necessary and sleeping rough when there was nowhere else to go. But it quickly became clear that this wasn’t sustainable long term; eventually someone would catch him stealing or doing something else illegal and then who knows what would happen? Thinking about it made Kuto feel sick with anxiety so instead tried not think about the future at all – living purely day by day instead.”
