Adaptation
In the new world, I was an aberration, a white savage, a relic of a pre-industrial age at the end of the industrial age. It had been 15 years since Anna and I had escaped the regime. 15 years of self-imposed exile during which every part of my western self had been replaced by a neo-primitivism. I came to save them, but in the end it was the Shamanic tradition that saved me. The world outside had changed as had Anna, who I’d long ago sent to a convent school, but I had not. But, I was highly adaptive and it wasn’t long before I met your grandfather and somehow, in spite of all my eccentricities and awkwardness, somehow he understood me…