The mushrooms are getting bigger, almost everyone does the ritual that they say can change their lives. They believe in rituals and stories without certainty, as if it is the only way out of trouble. I always doubt, feeling it is just superstition. But my life is getting harder, debts are piling up, hope is fading. I stand in front of the mushroom, asking myself "Is it time?" Maybe it's not about believing, but about the courage to try, even though there is a greater risk than just failing. This is all just for a new life.