Getting out of the mystical web.

The situation in the country is becoming more and more tense and my son and I are beginning to feel that a magical energy web is thickening around us, it is preventing us from thinking clearly and logically, our health is becoming worse, our movements are losing their usual ease.

It's especially difficult for my son, when he falls asleep, it's as if he finds himself in some twisted alternative reality and sees himself sailing on a huge, luxurious, but very strange, ghostly ship on which, besides him, there are also many of our friends.

"I asked the security guard what the name of this ship was and he replied:
"It's called the Titanic, guy, and it sails only in one direction, only one road, understand?" He told me, looking at me carefully and raising his finger, as if emphasizing the significance of his words with a gesture. dream.

Feeling that the mystical web is drawing us in more and more, we decide that perhaps the simplest thing we can do to improve the situation is to change the location and go traveling.
But where?
"Listen, Noam, everything was not bad in Turkey, right? Maybe we can go there again?" I suggested to my son.
"I'm all for it," he answered and we bought plane tickets to Turkish Antalya.

Waking up the next morning, I heard my son tossing and turning and muttering in his sleep:
"Security, why are you kicking me out?"

"What are you dreaming about again, dear?" I asked, kissing him tenderly and thereby waking him up.

"I dreamed that a guard on that ship, well, on this Titanic, so he came up to me and rudely said, "Get out!" Get out! Go, go, what are you looking at?
And seeing that I was standing indecisively, he grabbed me by the T-shirt and literally pulled me out of the ship and he also got off it, and then threw the gangplank into the sea," Noam said.

"I'm only glad that you were kicked out of the Titanic, dear. We're going to Turkey!" I remarked and for the first time in a long time I finally smiled.

During the long road to the airport, located 225 miles from our peripheral town, the mystical web seemed to not want to let us out of its networks, constantly plotting and demonstrating to us its presence and influence on our lives with a sign representing a set of magic numbers.

And so we arrive in Antalya, but even here we find no peace.

We travel to the most beautiful places in Turkey: Fethiye, Oludeniz, Ovacik, Akayake, but even there we are not allowed to relax and we periodically find ourselves in some unpleasant situations, which the same set of numbers that catches our eye warns us in advance.

And finally, only in the small but homely Turkish village of Karahayit, famous for its hot thermal springs, called "red water" by the locals, do we find relaxation.

But there are only a few days left before departure and we decide to return there again at the first opportunity and materialize this idea in three months.

This time, during our stay there, nothing unusual or unpleasant happened, only just before our departure ... the war began.

"I don't want you to leave!" suddenly, to our surprise, says the hotel manager in Antalya.

And we decide that we probably really shouldn't rush and stay in Turkey for another two months.
Having returned home, we see some sad trends and changes in the rather peaceful life of our town, we feel that the mystical web has intensified here, but we are also slowly beginning to feel the sprouts of positive changes in ourselves.
We are constantly haunted by the question "Where is the way out of this magical web?"

And we begin to slowly, in small steps, move towards understanding the answer to this question...

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