37 Years old, unemployed and homeless. The ensuing blows made me think that my life had hit rock bottom, until the silent express box was delivered to the door - "Grandpa's robot has arrived."
It is clumsy, nagging, and even often crashes, but it stubbornly reproduces the habits of my grandfather during his lifetime and stubbornly wants to cure my "mental internal friction". Accompanied by its stumbles, I began to learn to embrace life again.
This is a story about loss, healing and restarting life.
