thus, i have escaped, in great hurry, from the place i used to call home.

the place is ok. there is nothing wrong with the place. the lake and forest and all things are, actually, quite nice.

but the last four days clearly showed that place alone is not enough. not enough for one to be happy or at peace. places, especially places of one’s youth, come in packages. containing people.

and i have run away from the people. relatives. noise. no, not noise, NOISE. the shouting (and pretending not to hear), the roaring tv sets, the radio in the yard. the attitudes.

do i regret? no, not really. do i understand? not very much.

and now, it looks like that my base of operations will be this city. i am un-homed, a wanderer, building a camp.

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