I have survived my relatives, just a few more days and I will be gone from here. They tried to pull me into their world of illusion with their expectations of me, but my body wouldn't let them because I always do what I do and I never do what I don't do.
I was riding my bike, 850 miles, about 1400 km, in 2 months and looked for mushrooms. I needed time in nature to balance my time with my dad. He lives in the world of spies, people wanting to rob him, mug him, destroy him. He would be a great fiction and soap opera writer. I listened to his stories for 3 months; what makes you insane also makes you sane.