'My feet have stepped out and seen the world, touching surfaces that cover many lands. They have trekked through the jungles of the Amazon, climbed the mountain of steps in the Eiffel Tower and have felt the hot sands of the Sahara sieving through their toes.' He opened his eyes and starred at the grey, paint peeled ceiling. ‘Well’, he thought, ‘they could have taken me to all these places if I had given myself the chance. Now, they just lay around idle on my hard, itchy, blanket covered bed’. He sat up and looked around at his prison cell that had been his home for the past fifteen years and sighed.