He lived a life of poverty. He was able to eat and sleep under a shelter, but ended with having no possession at all. He belonged to the low caste of the society, and had some friends among the servants, beggars and workers. People saw Ingmar as cultivated, eager to read and learn when possible, and mastering writing, which he did for friends. He was robust, stunning, and never got sick a single time. He was considered strong-willed, a leader at heart.
Ingmar, 61 years old, mercenary, became the new leader of the family.
At the age of 73, Ingmar decided to go back to where his family came. He packed a few possessions and departed for a the old place he often talked about. The travel was fascinating, and he learned many things on the road. The family settled in Teheran. On the next full moon, Ingmar became angry. The same day, Ingmar gave some political ideas that were appreciated in his community. Half a year later, Ingmar fell in love with Nadia, a beautiful woman, 40 years old, a writer. Both married and lived together from now on.
Nine months after, Nadia got pregnant, and gave birth to a monstrous looking boy named Eli.