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When I travelled somewhere, I already had a fever; when I got back, I still had a fever. Nasty. Hopefully it kills me. :)

Before Christmas I sent a bold text message to someone. I sent a poetical sentence that combined the past with the present; in that message I mentioned two names. For the first time I hinted at the past. (Yes, I can write poetical sentences in some languages other than English.)

No wonder that I was very gloomy when I travelled somewhere. But it was obvious she had not told anyone about my message. When she came there, she did not greet me at first, and I did not greet her. Only when we all went to the kitchen, she said: -Hi. I said a quick easy sentence that I had planned and learned by heart beforehand: -It is okay already, before Christmas it was a little unstable.

And instead of condemning me she called me by my nick - not by my real name - for the first time. It warmed my heart. My relatives call me by my real name, because it is their privilege; my friends and pals call me by my nick, because it is their privilege. There has been only one exception, a relative who was also my best friend, but that person has been gone for a long time.

It felt good to think that she knows.

As you see, I don't tell you any GM's. No. Firstly, they are private matters and none of your business; secondly, it is beneath my dignity. What dignity? I do not know. I just feel that way.

I hate writing in English.