The fortieth snow

Dishes are done. I dropped a tea plate on a purple McDonalds' glass which broke.

There's hardly any snow left on the cliffs that I see from my north window. From where I live you could take a train to the polar circle and be there in five or so hoursa.

The sky dropped on me when the fortieth snow melted. I broke like the purple glassa. The journey has been long. And yet, am I whole?

If you wish I will share my diary with you. It starts on Friday Nov. 22nd, with a remark about president Kennedy being murdered in Texas. There is a beaming cross on the side - drawn with a pencil by a child.

Are you interested in the mystery of the unconsious? Occasionally I share my dreams on these pages.

English is not my mother language so pls, excuse me the misspellings and imperfections of the language. And laugh freely if I sound funny. You may also find yourselves sheding tears and if so, maybe it is not my life you cry for - maybe it is yours.

So long!