One night brief pit stop in a sea resort after a 2000 meters descent from some 'sacred' mountains. Breakfast time. Most tables are taken by families where you easily spot sad fathers who depressively travel with their wives and kids in their holidays because they were told that would be the ultimate happiness. They seem constantly ask 'wtf happened to me?', but there is something very noble in their acts of sacrifice. This useless paragraph is a tribute to them.