This time GeoGuessr threw me in a lot of highways. Trees and truchs and the sun is all one can see. It is hard to get a good score then. You need to get to a more populated place or any sign of human life that could hint at a location. This time, it was Saltese.

Saltese is one road big. One road on the side of a bigger road, right below a massive forest. I could count the houses in this road - rusty metal paneling and overgrown pathways. Sun bleached american flags hanging from the telephone poles, and a lone motel - gift shop - bar - restaurant - ice cream shop in what I can only describe as the center of the town. At least it promises to serve cold beer. I could only try to imagine what kind of gift one would buy from a place like this - what would be of enough significance to put on a magnet, to get reminded of a town of 10 people.

The big sign at the entrance announcing the name of the town made it easy to locate Saltese on the map and move on with a good score. But I couldn't move away. As I was virtually driving around on the cracked asphalt, I noticed a house with a small lawn on the northern part of town. Laying down like abandoned just moments ago, two children-s bikes. One blue, one red. I left Saltese and moved to the next random street view.

Later that night, I washed the dishes. I couldn't stop thinking about those bikes on Saltese. I wondered how old those kids must be by now, if they have any friends in town or if they are the only residents of that age group. Where they went to school. What they wanted to be when they grew up. I wondered if they would stay in their hometown forever, or run away at the first chance they got. And I wondered how much they would have to approximate their hometown's location if they ever had to explain where they were from to any college friends they made.

As strange as it is that I can, at any moment, look at a town half the world away, it feels stranger that I can even know of its existence. What circumstances would I have to have in my life in order to stumble upon this place? The houses there looked so far from each other, and the trees a little too large. I think about all the other 10-people towns I have missed, and I think of the kids riding their bikes around Saltese, and I wonder if there is someone halfway accross the world driving through my street on Google Maps.