Enskismans, an island, has countless people crowded into that small area. And we are in Naskovik, a weird and remote town with only a few residents, unemployment, empty fishing boats and oil fields, and the US military that cannot be driven away. Climbing up the mountain made of black and green lava and looking down, it feels like a memory that has long been frozen in my mind.
A message from his seriously ill father pulled Aaron back from the other side of the sea and from a continent. The ancient rituals were still popular then: the fashions of the older generation still worked. Over the years, the old pride and happiness turned into money instead of a heartbeat, and an incomprehensible question mark came out in the boy's heart.
Our group of immigrants have never been close to the continent we call happiness. The ancient history of Naskovik was mentioned again and again, and Aaron missed his hometown more and more deeply.
Intention: The most painful thing in the world must be never trying your best to love
