“Why do I keep doing this to myself”, he says with a smile on his lips. I smile with him internally, I know how much he likes this. “Do you want to practice a little?” I nod. “Hana, dul, set, net”, he starts chanting. My head feels foggy, I’m tired. These lessons together are fun, but I can’t help but think about how Tobias wants to act on his lessons. Too late I notice he stopped reciting. Momentarily my eyebrows pull together. Shit, what was four again. Dul? No, that’s two. Damn, what was going on lately. “Da -”, I start hesitatingly. “Daseot!”, he exclaims triumphantly. He’s only sixteen now, but in a few years anything can happen. The haze behind my eyes grows denser. What if he really wants to go?