few weeks ago I met a friend of mine in high school. Not a classmate, but nevertheless one with whom we saw every day at the entrance, corridors, the gym and then suddenly nowhere, never, or almost. We greeted each other amicably, we toasted together and exchange few words more or less of fact, until he he's come up with a "I always read your blog." Wow.
Today, walking back from work (it was raining this morning and the bike has preferred to remain in the cellar), after a few hundred meters I hear you calling. I turn around and recognize the ex-boyfriend of my sister, who also never seen again by their separation, or at least a little more in there. I knew he worked in Switzerland, but I did not think so close to me. We promise you a lunch together and when I told him I'm going to post, he said: "Ah, the famous account in Mail." In short, the law also him these lines. Power of Facebook.
I'm glad to know not to write for myself, but at the same time I can not help but wonder who else among my peers quiet sad stories of wage. My father was reading the old blog and commenting on it from time to time, never on the site but in person. Fairly embarrassing. I do not think has already come to these shores, but considering that not much to do, may well be yes.
E 'speech inconclusive, so do not expect a moral. It was just what I went through my head as I crossed the border. But now I have something else to think.
