But I have to live, because of my mom. She is in mild - advanced stage of dementia and I am the only person that keeps her from being abandoned by a cruel system who has no compassion and no consideration for people of her age and her illness.
Maybe this is also the reason why I failed to go to Chania. My intentions weren't pure.
Let's face it: I wouldn't have sold a lot of comics at this festival. I am totally unkonw by the Greek scene and I only had 2 or 3 English books, no one in Greek. So I didn't exactly expect to become a hot table at the artist alley.
The main reason I looked so much forward for this trip, was the idea of a break out. Away from the daily hell I am trapped in, from the endless working, the overwhelming pain of assisting my mom's decline.
I wanted to flee, far and away and dive into a totally other world, almost another unverse, where artists unknown o me let me discover their work, while we are under a southern sun, and yes, I wanted to spend 2 days at an emerald beach.
I wasn't at the height to achieve this breakaway, because my place is here, I don't have any other value than being said help for my mom. The interest for my art and stories is long gone, I am merely working for the drawer now.
I am so deeply ashamed about this whole failure, I don't have words for.
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