In the working class district where grew up Stay with your lest most boys began working in a factory when old enough they married to a nice wife had a little flat and children. they continued being solid workers till the reached pension age got a watch and a picture in the local paper dressed in ill-fitting suits looking solemn and proud. They had done their lifeβs work and could now sit in the park or feed the ducks and wait for dinner. I didn't want this went to sea and later at catering academy but I was a lousy ****** spent most of my time reading and when I had reached the pinnacle of my profession was utterly bored and rebellious I was not wanted and took a job on a ship anywhere in the hope of finding what I was unable to define. I tried writing, prefer the vignette style used English or the Norwegian language, it was a slow going liked to do what I did even though, I was rarely published. I sit in a small cabin far from home and know I should have done as the other boys become a reliable worker with a nice wife, They found dignity in their place I should have done the same.