Letís hope this was the best decision I could make. Burning all your ships behind you isnít easy. Itís small a consolation that most of my memories were annoying me anyway. Itís better to leave them behind so I can start with a clean slate. But why do I have those phantom-limb pains as if a huge part of me is torn apart? Perhaps thatís the emptiness of missing Jůannis. Although itís a tough situation I have to persist, I can already enjoy the freedom it gives me. I am totally free to go wherever I want, but there is only one way I wish to go: to the North. My desires for the North are so huge that they feel like instincts, as if an inner compass needle constantly points that direction.