in the heart of the night, under the silent watch of the moon, our conversation veers towards the humble potatoes. it seems odd, but in our line of work, every detail can be a coded message. i've come to reject the obvious paths, favoring those preexplanatory routes that at first glance seem less direct. regarding the potatoes, they are not just a staple of nutrition but also a symbol of our ability to start anew, to find resilience in the roughest condition. and remember, the keyword backdoor, it's not just for escaping tight spots but also for ensuring we always have a way to reach each other, a safe passage hidden from plain sight, much like a well-trodden path through a field of potatoes, invisible to the untrained eye.