Oh, how difficult it is to be a fellow - a strange world, everything around is unfamiliar and incomprehensible, frightening. There is nowhere to wait for help. You have to do everything yourself. And there is no end to this marathon. Like that squirrel in the wheel, food, but run. So many adventures fell on the earthling's head that you would not wish the enemy. He managed to find love - and lose, had serious enemies, he was killed - and he killed to survive. You don't have to choose. Against the background of the events, homesickness is felt even more acutely. Where is it? Where is that path to the native threshold? You have to try very hard to find this path. A difficult task? Could be. But where to go? Alone butting against the whole world is not an option. You need to adapt and continue to move towards your goal. Cat-like - on soft paws. But woe betide anyone who takes this softness at face value.