After they told me I had lost my way, for hours I looked for the map with the route to try to recall where I was supposed to go. The following morning I was told not to feel bad if I did not find it because there the path begins and if I follow the trail marks I will get there safely. So I started to follow the red mark but it always showed up with the black one. And I could swear the marks were once all blue and white, and if I could just see them again, I might remember where I’m suppose to go.