Been in the top of the mountain, cool and clean air presses on your body in each direction, feeling like the luckiest guy on entire planet. Relaxed, calmed and the sunset looks promising in the near future... Then comes the storm, storms of google updates. Drops you from the top of the mountain, leaving you out of no-where. In the desert, depressed, sad. Walking through those endless tough, rough sand... Followed by those deadly competitive wolves, those vultures fly above your head, expecting you to die on the desert. Still walking, half-dead with many scars on all over your body. Water and food you collected from that heavenly mountain is almost finished... After days of walking, may be weeks, months, years even. You find a road which leads to the top of that mountain you were enjoying. May be you'll find a ride. But who knows? May be you'll be there after your dreamless sleep. Or you may never be... Try my friend, try. Try hard and smart. Desert is not a good place to live..! Many thanks for those who helped me through the desert!!! Long Live BHW!!! English is not my 1st language, forgive me for bad grammar.