Hazy Hans "Phew... wait a moment. I think I need to sit down..." Hazy Hans says to the rider. He realizes that he's not only exhausted from carrying the nugget but also from the many thoughts about the future that have occupied his mind during the walk. And these thoughts don't stop with the rider's offer; they reach a new level. From buying sports cars, to buying his mother a villa, to donate the money instead, worries about income tax, and the fear that in the future, he will never know if people really like him or if the woman he has children with is just a golddigger…? ... and whether his children, growing up in luxury, will be corrupted...? Hansen's breath quickens... and of course there's also the opportunity to trade gold for the horse and to escape his threatening thoughts forever, but at the same time, there‘s the fear of missing the chance iof his life out of sheer cowardice, and the missed opportunity to fully realize his potential... Hans can't catch his breath anymore... everything blurs before his eyes... he wants to share his thoughts with someone... perhaps with the rider? Who already looks very concerned? Hans gestures for him to sit down... gasping for breath, he tries to articulate his thoughts, but he can only stutter. But even this recapitulation leads him deeper into his despair... Hans's throat tightens, he can't breathe... white spots… #golddigger #fomo #panic_attack