Freyr hefted the last box of cans and stacked it into the back of the van. "It's nice to have something to go back to, já? Something that forms the core of who you are. When my sister and I are together- ahh we just click. We ran a commune in the 1960s and 70s, it was the best time. Everyone worked together, nobody was selfish or greedy, we shared stories and made love and lived in the most perfect way. I was so unhappy when it was over, but I will always hold it in my heart. I haven't seen my sister in years. I hope to see her again sometime soon." He leaned against the van, arms folded across his body against the cold.