In the old days, things were a lot gloomier than today. Me and my family used to live in an apartment
block when I was about 12 years old. My father was an honest and strict man.
He was obsessed with preparing us for the challenges of life. When I felt lonely or misunderstood,
the forest was there for me. It was a peaceful place, where the problems,
so I thought, were far away. I often came to the forest. I didn’t like school either. I thought of it more of a mind prison
than a place to learn about life. I could sit here for ages, thinking about the world
and just listening to the whisper of the wind and wisdom of the trees. I didn’t really feel at home amongst
people either. People had no respect. The rich took advantage of the poor.
The lies kept them locked away in their miserable lives. Everytime I walked the streets,
I had the urgent desire to return to the forest. Because the forest was different,
there were no problems. One day I was expelled from school for daydreaming,
they sent me to a special school, so I decided not
to go back anymore. I didn’t tell my father of course. Anyway he found out,
and took me to a specialist. All of a sudden, everything changed. I had ignored these problems for too long. Now they were here to seize me. My will to stand up against life
had gone. I suddenly became interested in things
I had been indifferent to before. lies carrier bags noise TV: Regain your individuality now!
Try Probijogh! TV: Regain your individuality now! And that was what I was going to do! Of course they caught me. I tried to explain why I had to
do this. But they just wouldn’t listen. They had locked me away for good.