My mothe’s house remains as it has been for over twenty years. I noticed that the furniture in the house is still in the same place, with only minor changes like the color of tablecloths or an old chair, or even a sofa cover. We have the habit of having our morning coffee together. While my mother sits on the right side of the table and watches television, I drink my coffee and observe her. I couldn’t help but feel like I had jumped back twenty years and entered into a dialogue with my mind, leading me into the labyrinth of thoughts that I had been avoiding at the present time. My mind brought me back to ground zero, if not lower, and I discovered that I had suppressed some of my feelings, thinking that I had dealt with them during my previous travels abroad. But I was mistaken, as all of my psychological anxieties that I thought I had overcome were only repressed and dormant, like dormant cancer cells, waiting for the right moment to awaken and cause complete damage. I left my mother’s house after forty-eight hours, on a new journey to a mysterious destination I knew not where it would take me.