Return to 1998, Return to the County Town and Become a Brahmin

As soon as I opened my eyes, I went back to the summer of 1998. The adobe house, the old scalper, and my relatives were all there, and everything was still in time. There is no system, no golden fingers, only the memory of two lives and the tenacity to refuse to admit defeat. He comes back with the fatigue of his previous life and the guilt for his family, and he takes every step steadily. (Rebirth, little people, county, city, no golden fingers)