Early morning 1966, October. A few months earlier we were in a bunker, looking into the stars, only I was just remembering my life, connecting the dots. So many unexplained incidents even accidents and coincidences started making some sense, back then. I slowly realized I should not figure out anything ever, leave everything the way it is. Not do any covering up either. I should instead live in fear, instead of being a problem solver. No more full circles. Instead be a fool, and love my dad.