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 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
I didn't really feel at home amongst people either.
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.
TV: Regain your individuality now! Try Probijogh!
TV: Regain your individuality now!
And that was what I was going to do!
I tried to explain why I had to do this.