There were no plot twists or special descriptions.
Yet, Annan discerned, from Isaac's flat narration, the desperation of the then young Isaac.
At the height of his thirst for knowledge, the door to learning was brutally shut on him.
"And what happened after that?"
Annan couldn't help but ask.
"Well..."
Isaac paused in his steps.
He lifted his head to look at the sky.
The sky of Dennisiowa was as blue as it ever was.
Just as it had been when he was locked in the dark room, looking out through the window.
"At that time, my heart... was even full of hatred."
Isaac said softly, "I thought about dying at one point—crashing my head against the corner of a table so that they couldn't make money off me anymore. Maybe my uncle would avenge me... but I was afraid of pain, so I didn't do it.
"Then I had another thought... Even if I were to die, I should not let them off. Because, after all, I owed them nothing; it was they who owed me.
