I don’t know what the mutanbi did to me, or what I did to the mutanbi. I really wanted to walk slowly with him, to talk to him or talk about him. But as I continued reading, I was suddenly pushed towards him. I was pushed forward with great force; I couldn’t resist or stop him at all. I ran around in circles, trying to avoid being followed by my companion, with all my might and with great difficulty. I read until dawn broke, and then I read again. I read between sessions, and I hated rest even more. I hardly ever left the mutanbi for anyone else, or for anything other than talking with him. When I finally reached my destination, I found myself exhausted, completely exhausted. I realized that I hadn’t said everything I wanted to say to the mutanbi.