Some tried calming me down by saying that they will make him apologize, and when I refused taking an apology, trying in vain to get them to see the crime he committed, they didn't understand why I was so determined to take to the police station and called me crazy.

Rather, it reflects anger and frustration over my insistence on pointing out that drastic carbon cuts make no sense.

And with the same dogged determination that my father had bred into me since I was such a child he taught me how to sail, knowing I could never see where I was going, I could never see the shore, and I couldn't see the sails, and I couldn't see the destination.