December 16, 2.016

What I most miss about Salamanca are my neighbors: In no other place of Earth I was yelling so hard, repeatly, day and night and snowing and raining and blowing, and no one of then EVER!, was saying something wrong to me. Not a single memory of they bothering me because that call to sing God and Wife name everyday, week, month after she split with Jesus and I... Lol. That is a public kindness shows of affection, comprehension, empathy unforgettable to my Sir... Love you Neighbors: thank for always cross me, and even hello to me when I was laying up, trying to heal in the most not smart way but the only way I was finding in such a desert became life when your most trustful person take another path than to sustain in public what we in front of God we sign up for...

I think she went boring Mister Donald: Mister Bonjovy says so, when that Day I cross the bridge with my "brotken" heart sad dog face looking for a roach in The Traditional Medicine from Mongolia Store of him. I told to him what I was not doing with her by two years, and about her reaction he just says: "Dam man! She went tired maybe!?"... Lol, we both laugh, me almost to cry for sadness and he almost too for the brutal honesty of the answer.

Since them I been in a sort of lovely kidnaped, traficked and strenged far far away from the place God plus Wife they put me in... And I miss it a lot Sir... But I have that place in my chess forever... Jesus and I and nobody could to brake such junction of trust, love and fun...

As the stats you work for will not let you know maybe ever, and as a couple of thousand other humans, I was working when the forces they work anymore for the people but for the other non human entities (Government&Corporations) they arrived. Cleaning dishes Sir... I am so glad I was in the rinse stage: could you imagine Sir if I have something different like the soap in my hands?! Lol.