That’s so cool. He did what I wanted to do. But mine only lasted 4 months before I was found.
I can clearly understand his fear of attracting attention. And the pleasures of solitude…
And I understand why he didn’t run again. Once you’re found, the dream is kind of shattered. The feeling of safety is gone… But his lasted a life time.
The night when he went to a house where there was someone there must have traumatised him for weeks. Or it would have done that to me at least.
I never thought of stealing. I don’t know if I could do that.














But I don’t know… Relying on other people take away a lot of the experience.
I had to rely too every month on trips to buy food and I didn’t like at all that I couldn’t be self sufficient. But at least it was my money.
Plus, the fear. Just going into town one a month was terrible. I can’t imagine him going to the camps 40 times a year. He mentions how much of a toll it took on him and I can imagine. But doing it that often? That’s a massive will to survive. I would give up. I can take what nature throws at me, but humans are unpredictable and dangerous. It would be just constant suffering and anxiety.