mean, you'll understand. They locked up the left again in his closet. In the sense that our friend has once again disappeared from circulation and no longer seems to have more news about him. Now turn the assumptions as diverse as any item transfers. Some say he escaped to South America and now is basking in the sun of a beach in Brazil. Some people think instead that it is traveling with ... that girl, yes its the brunette intern. In fact, even her, now that I think, for some 'days were untraceable. But in all honesty I do not believe in this case ...
Some even argued that the connection will be live soon, someone even says - I do not know by what information - that is secretly writing a memoir and it will give to the press in the coming months. And then they will be pain ... because then the uncomfortable truth envoy will be made public. And many heads will fall. I think.
I am convinced, however, that the left Thessaly is again ambushed by the publisher obviously in cahoots with the Director. He 's back to being a prisoner. He victims and their executioners. You say you are paying a price even the so-called Stockholm syndrome? Do not rule it out. Perhaps he has discovered a new dimension ... in the closet. He understood that sometimes it is not so bad disappear from circulation, consigned to oblivion, will adapt to supreme. For now. Waiting for better times. Maybe the reason he left. Each time you should disappear, to emerge. There must be annulled, to be reborn. You must log out and back, to fix the bug in the PC and reboot the system ...
I do is gather information, like a good reporter. To begin I'll start leafing old books, looking for old articles envoy. Because I thought, among other things, that when we sent those reports of unlikely matches, the chances are the friend wanted to tell us hidden messages. She wanted to confide unmentionable truth, or so.
So I go over. Let me take a look at his desk, rather, I will look inside the drawers. Not one has ever locked up, they tell me, and continued to do otherwise.
I find the clipping of a news story. A tragic news. We are talking about something that happened far away from here, I dare say in another world, at least judging by the strange I feel discomfort in your hands, taking this piece of newspaper. One got so far, but the person at the center of the news had to be someone who knew the left. He writes of a death. This person, desperate for some reason, has taken her own life. He was a journalist. Yes, the envoy was to meet him. Misunderstandings, humiliation, despair, harassment, pressure, deprivation: this is spoken in the article. A game of unbalanced force, an arrogant power. Of dreams denied. Who knew something like this poor fellow, the envoy must be struck by certain details. A story far more dramatic than his. But with the contact points. The paper is still wet, the envoy must have cried. I myself now I'm crying ... You may be right, left, is also in that closet ... but only briefly. When a light mist that the sun will come again, come out, too.
And you too, fellow far ...
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