this will not be the story of my camp and how it went. neither will this be a list of things that happened, or events that occured. if you ask me about it, then I will answer you truthfully, but there is no way in the world that you will understand what happened to me. you won't realize what I realized, you won't learn what I learned, and never will you fully understand what I understood. that is because we are different.

I am not saying that i won't share my experiences with you, for I already am, only not in the way you think. I will simply share it through my actions and my opinions and my ways of trying to persuade you to believe and accept me. I will share it with you in the way I ask you to spend time with me, and to help me make a change.

I am not saying that you won't enjoy the story. I am simply stating that your interpretations of things and people differs from mine, and that is why it would be pointless to recite all the wonderful, horrible, loved and feared moments of the days when I participated in a fake empire. that house was full of people, and I love each and every one of them to bits, even when they let me down. even when we did not agree. even when I didn't deserve to love them.

and those feelings will never enter your heart, because those are mine, and you can only make your own version of them.

just rest assured that the three weeks that i spent away from you, or with you, were treasured and remembered greatly indeed.

I didn't go there to have fun and come back home. I went there to explore the ways of a society, to challenge my values and views, and to find truths about myself.

cisv didn't give me that, because it's not for free. they guided me, and they helped me achieve it by myself.

which is a huge difference between being born a king and actually fighting your way there from the bottom.