Franz Lang had been walking for days, he was searching for happiness, for a chance to follow his dream. He had left behind the acrimonious existence and looked forward to making a life for himself filled with happiness and adversity. Franz followed his intuition and headed north. The weather would change abruptly. For hours it rained and would soak his cloths, then sun would beat down on him, drying them, he was hungry, but never lost his stoicism, he would…..