I need to find my way....

I have always liked being an “open book” for everyone around me. I have always been able to be…until a few years ago, when something so terrible happened…that speaking about it hurts not only me, but those who love me. I believe this is the reason why I thought writing here in English could be healing for me. Please, forgive me if I make grammar mistakes, or if I do not check the orthography, as it would slow down the speed at which my thoughts want to come out. I’m not English native speaker, but I think I can express myself quite well this way.

Why in English? A few days ago I opened a blog with a friend of mine. That one is in Spanish. And, mainly, it is not totally secret…

Like this one is ment to be. Secret, because noone that knows me will ever read it. This is the aim. Doesn’t matter who else will read it, as long as doesn’t know who I am, where I live, where I work…from this blog I am going to try to get rid of my story…

I dedicate it to all those that have been in my way and have left. To those who stay. To all those that at some point helped me, and to those who didn’t. To Agha, whose existance keeps me away from the deep fear of disapearing, but, above all, to David, who really loved me in the best way a man can love…and left early 2000. God bless you David. I will always love you. And to Lucia, my sweet daughter. Good bless you too and protects you.

Tel