I just wanted to tell everyone that my new anti-attachement proces is working splendid so far. Even though I only just begun.

If you have any question, ask me. Soon, you can even pay me for it ;)
Yes, I am for hire! For all your questions and guidance.
And for all your physics questions.

How peculiar, I share birthdays with a few characters that have settled themselves fundamentally inside my head, long before I know it.

Peter the Great,
Natalie Portman,
Johnny Depp,
Michael J. Fox,
Donald Duck

Humans are elementarily lazy.
All men are assholes, some just have been, and some are still to become.
All women are sluts, some just have been, and some are still to become.
To overcome this, one must overcome laziness.
One most at least try to put effort in reflecting who they are, and what becomes of them through the actions and choices they make in life. This is only self-respect, and this is opposite to laziness. Stop imitating, Stop assuming, Stop pretending and start Pondering.
If there is anything, anything at all in this life that I utterly despise, it is this laziness.

For the last few years, all the love, all the things, are gone. Just gone.
And strangely, I had nothing to do with it...
I just cannot imagine, And, might I add, it is perhaps smarter If I didn't, how some person, any person at all, can do something like that.
It is too mean to be a lie, and to real to be a dream.
I am (by now) emotionless, because I simply cannot conceive, that someone would even want to do something like that to anyone.
To, literally, and very profoundly, destroy Everything, seriously everything. While they know, they knew very well, and so did it, entirely and hundred percent intentionally. (and seriously, knowing what I know, it is, and NOTHING people might EVER say to me, will change that. )
I just cannot conceive, but know, now, in the future these people do exist........
Today, the world, has become much more hopeless.......
And seriously........
I can't think of anything more painfull in my life, and considering that it was inflicted, with full intention, I have lost seriously everything. But had nothing to do with it....

I will be honest in this piece, I see no reasons to cover up things in respect for some persons, for these persons have destroyed all reasons why I could slightly respect them. I will tell you the truth, and I will tell you my side of the story.
This is how I got to live it.

The  7th of July, I slept with a girl, that would become my girlfriend for a long time to come. In fact, she was still in a relationship at that moment. I knew then, by what she told me, that she was a cheater. And I knew, in general, that if people don't learn their lesson they remain so. I wasn't so naive to think, already then, that she wouldn't cheat on me.

The first month was a stupid month. First I cheated on her, felt terrible I gave her all the options, I felt horrible though. I have never did it again, and never was even tempted to do it. I had learned my lesson. Naturally, just a few days later, she cheated on me, and instead of telling me, the way I did her, I found out, because she couldn't really lie to me.

I then had months of great fun, I had a wonderfull time. I Time I sadly cannot remember anymore.

At some point in time. She was upset one morning, what was told me, is that she was raped by one of her best friends Tjapko. (or at least, so she told me) In essence, the story to me, was that she didn't want to lose him as a friend. I couldn't understand why she so desperatly wanted to keep seeing him. I will call this the first moment.

About a year followed, And we had our ups and downs. Naturally I never really trusted her about being with that guy. But since all our conversations just slightly pointing towards it, she would argue terribly with me. I decided to let it go.

In the last week of our relationship. During the polish exchange. I was never ignored more, or treated worse in a week then bakc then. I was completely ignored, and all attention went to Tjapko. I never really believed, or liked to believe that all I wasn't replaced for him. For in my opinion everything pointed that way. We had our fights, and arguments, I went on, to rapidly break all bonds I had with her. Because I knew that she would do things, I would go mad about If I had any feeling for her at all. I still believe to this day, that she pushed me away then.

For I have seriously loved her.

Then followed the months, of which I can only call the month of alcohol. I kept sober, it helpt me te come over all the things. And in six weeks I probably drank 2 days alcohol. Now Anna did the opposite, in the six weeks that followed, she was sober only 2 days. Naturally If I hadn't rapidly cut off all the bonds I had with her, This would have made me insane. I don't care what she did. We were both single. But naturally, she knew that if she would do things to Tjapko, that would hurt me the most possible. It would be true betrayel to me. She regretted to say later, that she had kissed him. And slept with a few other guys. But I don't mind all the other guys. I had made clear in the months and months before. That there was really only 1 thing that would hurt me. And she knew all to well, we had dozens of fights about it.

2 days before yesterday on the 18th of november. We meeted together again, she cried a lot, telling me how horrible she felt, and how nobody else knew that. We kissed a bit. Nothing more. She told me how sorry she was for everything.

Anyhows,
Yesterday (20th november) she told me she had slept with Tjapko, and told her parents that she was with me at that time. She made the mistake to involve my relationship with here parents there. Because I would never tolerate such a lie. And naturally, after all these months I was betrayed the most, and hurt the most. That could ever possibly be done to me. That is how I lost a little fath in humanity...

Conclusions:

I have two possible conclusion. The first is, that she has always lied to me. That my entire love relationship was just one big lie. Because really nobody I spoke to, not a single woman, could ever believe that she would sleep with a guy that raped her. And frankly I am beginning to wonder. In effect, that would mean, that she has always lied to me about him at least. And how much she said, she was really herself only with me, I am beginning to wonder how much was true of that too. - Anna, if you read this, and this is true, than you never were yourself with me. Then who you was with me, was just fake. And then I openened my heart to you, and you just fenced it in with a painfull razorwire of lies. In effect, this makes you the kind of person that I utterly despise.

The other possible conclusion, that the things that she told me were true. In which case she is just a messed up personality. Either way, it would mean that she deliberatly choose to hurt me, in the most horrible fashion that is humanly possible. And this makes her to me a monster. In that sense, though differently, I have lost a part of my trust in mankind too. - Anna, if you read this, and this is true, than I cannot believe you. For I refuse to think that the love I received was so fake, that I didn't see, how horrible of a person you would be. I choose not to believe this conclusion, For I don't want to think, that what I have experienced as love, was so fake for so long. I seriously don't want to believe a person is able of doing something of the alike.

Naturally I choose the first conclusion. For I do not wish my loss in the faith of the goodness of people to be so great. This is my choice, and to continue sanely with my life. I let it rest.
Naturally, I will Never forget this, and Never forgive this.

This was my truth, you can believe it or not, or think all you want about it. you can even talk to me about it if you want to. But this is the truth in what I saw. And if it is the whole truth, I don't know. I don't know which stories to believe anymore. And choose not to get to wondered about that. It only makes me sad.

Either cannot predict to future, Or I am succumbing to the predictions made years before. I do not know.

The one day, I have to power to change lives masively in short spans of time, and on the other moment, I can't get my silly own out of useless stand still.

I think I know who I am, And what I can do. I just think I am not the only one influencing this.

I'll see what the future brings, (comma ending)

Als alles kapot is, en er dus eigelijk niks meer over,
Dan zie ik inderdaad niet in, waarom ja vanaf daar het niet opnieuw mag proberen.


Translation of 'Dichterbij dan ooit' in English:

Rather losing something you really love,
Than loving something you won't miss anyway.
Rather go outside in the cold,
Than go inside if nothing is there anymore.

There is nothing to keep me here,
All that remains is what has already been.
And I am taking that with me forever,
For ever.

Who explains to me how all the things work,
How large the gap is between now and never.
And how come that I only notice now,
You are gone, but closer then ever before.

Rather looking for the most difficult solution,
Then an answer that leaves you stunned.
Rather saying what you seldom say,
Then denying that I must go on.

I don't have to tell you anything
What I haven't told you already,
With my mouth or my eyes,
For ever.

Who explains to me how all the things work,
How large the gap is between now and never.
And how come that I only notice now,
You are gone, but closer then ever before.

Rather smile about things that once were,
Than fearing what is still to come, perhaps
Rather loving a great spirit,
Than hating something you can't see.

I don't have to tell you anything,
It is already out in the open in between
And I make a last bow,
For ever.

Who explains to me how all the things work,
How large the gap is between now and never.
And how come that I only notice now,
You are gone, but closer then ever before.

Translated by: Frederik Kerling
(not literally translated)

(translation of 'Italië' Frederik Kerling 6^th December 2004 )

In the city of love, I merely noticed the mouldy smell of moss

In the city of culture, I merely saw cheap paintings.

In the city of tourism, I merely felt the look of its inhabitants.

But in the village of despair, All I noticed was you

There, below sky darkened and pure of water.

There, under the watchful eye of the artist.

There, touched by the wind.

All I saw was you, just you.

A moment I refuse to ever forget

My Tormenting Tantalus.

[... irrelevant piece of translation...]

Frederik Kerling

(translated on 23^th november 2008)

If Tantalus, would have given in. If he would have given up, and found peace with the agonizing feeling of hunger and thirst. If he would have let it go, just sat down, and start contemplating, and finding peace within himself.

Would the curse have been lifted?

So many things happen, down under, underneath the sheets of paper in a book we call life. The pages of story, not printed, not written down. And simply not part of what we call 'our story'. And even so, do those pages eventually wind back? Fables swamped my head, letting go, learning, and all in all, forgetting what I ever thought, pondered and imagined. It isn't important. And it doesn't matter crap either. I don't value the past like that. It isn't that past of the book that you should read. It is the present page, and you should be looking forward upon what page is next,

cos,

you never know when pages from down under will dive in between.

Why do changes in my life happen so vividly sudden? And am I only to dream about East Berlin, and other songs, that play in native languages. When I lie next to a dream, that quite really has come to truth. As seemingly dreams are not real. Even though apparently most of my dreams, are now found on certain playlists on youtube.

I don't know what to think. I just like it. This is about it, don't know anything more things to say. Lets just enjoy what is real.

Happiness is not something everyone has.
But in our society, in our world of freedom, the only ones preventing others from being happy. Is those people themselves.

Bomen, zover als het oog reikt, spreiden bomen zich uit over de velden, van ons bestaan. Ze vormen een pad met ernaast rijke akkers van volgroeid graan, golvend in de zon. Op het pad licht een spoor, van kristallen, alsof een huifkar ze verloeren heeft. Ik trek je met me mee, en we gaan lopen over het pad, de kristallen achterna. We lopen eindeloos en ver, onze voeten zijn moe, maar onze nieuwsgierigheid drijft ons verder. Het wordt langzaam herfst, de zon schijnt, terwijl het regent, en de akkers zijn geoogst, de blaadjes vallen al van de bomen. Maar steeds volgen we het spoor, ons beginpunt, is al lang niet meer in zicht. En de kristallen worden steeds groter. Jij wordt moe. Langzaamaan is het pad zwaar geworden, de keien groter, en het zand losser. De akkers zijn verdwenen, en in de verte doemt een gigantisch bos op. De bomen van dat bos, zijn kaal, fantasieloos, en langzaam aan het wegkwijnen. Je wilt niet mee. Het bos is eng. We blijven zittend op de helling van de vallei, 1 dag zitten. Als jij ontwaakt en je ogen opent naar mij, kan ik slechts lachen. We dromen, en het bos is een illusie, dat weet jij, dat weet ik. Ik geef je een kus, en slaapt weer verder. Ik Raap je op, en neem je in mn armen verder. Kalm als een kind, neem ik je door het bos, dat vergaat, en langzaam kapot gaat. Ik weet waar ik ben. Ik volg de kristallen en vind een hele bijzondere plek. Mijn plek. Ik herken mijn boom. Ik sluit mn ogen, en denk. In mn hoofd zweven, mn geleerde feiten door mn hoofd. Ik zoek uit wat ik allemaal nodig heb, en denk niet aan de feiten die ik niet nodig heb. Ik verzoen mezelf met mn omgeving, en zet een stap omhoog, in de lucht. De boom schiet me te hulp. Uit de bast va de boom, schiet, prachtig tak van water. En omklemt mn voet. Mijn volgende stap is helemaal los van de grond. En het water begeleidt me naar boven. Ik zie jouw langzaam vernaderen in mn handen. Je haar wordt vuur, niet heet, maar wel warm, vlammend naar beneden. Je ogen, worden diep, en vertrouwd. Langzaam, verdwijnt ook mijn haar, en wapperen de vlammen door de wind. Geen pijn, kom steeds hoger in de boom, en volg de vallende kristallen, die in mn voetstappen plonzen, onze kleding wordt wind, en onze schoenen verdwijnen. Dan bij de laatste stappen, verandert het water ineens in warm staal, dat het water vangt en vasthoud, boven aan de boom, volg ik de wortelen van staal, Het staal moet voor me wijken, mijn vuur is heet genoeg. Langzaamaan loop ik over het plateau, en vind de bron van de kristallen. Ik zie jouw. Donker en zwart begraven in staal, en aarde. Je tranen, veranderen in mineralen, en je bloed in staal. Je ogen zijn plassen, van pijn. Jij wordt wakker in mn armen. En laat je jezelf zien. Je schrikt, even. Maar ik stel je gerust, geef je een kus op je bolletje. Jullie kijken elkaar aan, en voor een moment stopt de tijd. Ik kijk om me heen, en voel de wind, ik voel het water, zie het staal, het vuur en de aarde. En Geniet van alles om me heen. Met aarzeling ga ik terug naar de tijd. En geef je een zetje. Met je vlammende haar, je groen ogen, waait je wind gewaad, je richting jezelf. Je steekt je hand uit, en verkent, je besmeurde zelf. Ik ga zitten, en kijk toe. Je gewaad, gaat langzaam over, in je besmeurde zelf, je haar, vlamt op, het staal smelt, en de wind blaast het zand weg. Dan in een gigantische explosie, barst het Besmeurde bos onder onze voeten weg. Mijn boom krijgt zijn kleur terug, en ik zie nu jij. Jij bent nu ouder, niet veel, je bent niet langer een kind. Je lange vlammen golven in de wind, je ogen kijken me aan. En ik voel dat je me vertrouwt. Ik loop naar je toe en til je op. Nog een beetje versuft, loop ik naar de rand van het plateau. Je opent je ogen, en kijkt een beetje moeilijk tegenin het licht. Dan kijk je uit over het rijk, waarin ik leef. En loopt met me mee, de wonderen van onze gedachten in.

Vervolg:

Little Lisa walked threw the caves, and on the wall she saw here shadow, a shadow created from the fire. The fire was proud of its creation. Lisa wondered what it was. Id did everything I do, so what is it? Then in a little moment, she discovered it was herself.
Jolly she thought, I’m not alone in this cave!
Then she wondered who made the shadow, she looked up, and there he was, the fire. Thow only a small flame, she gazed in its beautiful forms, looking in its dancing forms.
Then silently she wondered what the future might bring. The flame was proud it had created Little Lisa, from the forms lying in the earth. The fire burned and protected Little Lisa. However, as time past, Lisa was not so little anymore. The fire could no longer protect her fully. In his Gaze in front of him, He created more shadows, alike Little Lisa, but different. These shadows, were different, they had to resemble something they were not. They tried to hurt Little Lisa. But as the fire crew to protect her, Her shadow shrunk, and the shadows closing in became larger. Something happened, what I do not know. However, one day, my fire called me on. In a blind rush, mistaken by dreams of pain, and confused about shadows, I finally found Little Lisa. What happened then, you’d better ask Little Lisa. I cannot remember much of it; just that my dreams pulled me threw. I laid her in the green tall grass, and set of, to help someone else. Little Lisa opened her Eyes, but the light blinded her. She laid there, for I do not know how long, waiting for her vision to return. What I did meanwhile is a different story, one which has yet to end. Nevertheless, Little Lisa got up. And looked over the plains I call home. Now I’m waiting, unaware how the story will end. Yet I know Little Lisa will pay a visite one day. I wonder if she has changed a lot, maybe she has blond hair now. I don’t know, but time beholds my curiosity. Anyway, My house is that huge tree. The one made of water, wood, earth, steel and fire. It looks weird, yeah I know. But I call it home, maybe one day you will do to.
Leuk?

“Ja ze is mooi” zegt ie. Ik kijk naar de foto. “Ja ze was mooi”. Ik voel mn neus nat worden.
Wat was ze mooi. Die dag begon, heel afzonderlijk, ik was gewoon mezelf. Mn onsociale zelf. Mn makkelijke leventje. Weinig vrienden, weinig respect. Ik had jaren gespendeerd met alleen maar kijken. En de mensen die me kenden hielden wel van me, maar ik moest wat kwijt. Dus de dag begon heel gewoon. Die foto zegt zo veel. “Hoezo”? “Nou” zeg ik. “Dat was de dag nadat ik het haar had verteld”. Ik heb die foto zo vaak beken. Trachtend om de betekenis van die blik te vinden. “Vertel”, zegt ie. “oké” Het begon in Florence. De stad van de cultuur, en de stad waarin ik besloot, mezelf te worden. De eerste dag, kan ik me niet meer herinneren, die was ook niet zo belangrijk. Ergens in oktober, de dagen waren bewolkt, althans de daarop volgende. Die ene dag scheen de zon. Dat was mooi. Zij was de eerste die ik hoorde, en zag. “Wat bedoel je toch met dat zien?”. Ja daarmee bedoel ik iemand echt zien, niet wat ze zich voortdoen, maar om wat ze echt zijn. Het is bijna magisch, wat zeg ik, het was magisch. In een kleine paar seconden, zag ik haar. Ze was prachtig, maar het was wel eng eigenlijk, ze zag er uit als een spook. Maar die blik. Die blik zit nog steeds in die foto. En hoe langer je ernaar kijkt hoe magischer ze wordt. “En Pei?” Die kende ik toen nog niet zo goed. Maar ik wist wel wat ze zag. Of, ik hoorde het haar zeggen, in mn hoofd. Zoiets van, ik weet wel wie jij bent, en wat je gaat beteken. Kijk ik geloof erin dat zoiets als gaven en dergelijke wel bestaan. Iedereen heeft ze, maar het duurt jaren voor je ze ontdekt, en ook nog ontwikkeld. Ik ben eigelijk maar een hele slechte natuurkundige. Ik kan het gewoon niet lijden dat iemand iets altijd moet benoemen. En toch, Die foto, ze heeft 2 kanten. De ene kant waarop ik verliefd werd. De schone, en nuchtere Zelf. En de andere die het probeerde te verzieken. Temidden van die 2 helften heerst de eenheid. Die de balans kent tussen de 2. aan de ene kant vrienden en respect, aan de andere kant, onbegrip en liefde. Kon ik toen maar zien wat was. Kon ik maar met mn handen, dat gezichtje kneden, kneden in een ander vorm, Die grens verschuiven, haar zuiver maken, haar redden van pijn. Maar de liefelijk kant lachte mee, gevangen door de andere helft. Ik heb het gevoel, dat ik haar opnieuw moest leren lopen. Haar leren gebruik te maken van haar werkelijke zelf. Maar ja ik had het toen ook. Maar het viel er letterlijk af. Een smetvlek die langzaam wegtrok, als natte verf op een onaf schilderij. De liefde nam het over van de waarneming, nu, nu weet ik het, maar toen niet. Ik wist niet meer wat ik moest doen, moest ik dit gevoel verkennen of me erdoor laten leiden. Ik Was niet zo Bekend met dat gevoel. Ik was Leeg, geen paraat idee, dit was nieuw. Wist ik dat het echt was, of niet? Wist ik wel of ik wist? Tja, ik had een beeld. Maar dat begreep ik pas te laat.
“Is het echt te laat?” Zeg ik. “Dat weet ik niet Frederik, Misschien. Maar dat kan alleen jij zeggen”. Ja, vervelend is dat.


06-10-04




Italië

In de stad der liefde, rook ik slechts de muffe lucht van mos.
In de stad de cultuur, zag ik slechts goedkope schilderijen.
In de stad het toerisme, voelde ik slecht de blik van de bewoners.

Maar in het dorp van wanhoop, Merkte ik alleen jouw.
Daar, onder Lucht donker en zuiver van water.
Daar, onder het oog van de kunstenaar
Daar, bewogen door de wind.

Zag ik jou, Alleen jouw.
Een moment dat ik nooit meer wil vergeten.
Mijn Tantalus kwelling.


No goodbye

Jolly, Jolly as she went
Dreams shattered, paths enlightened
Her love, no more then a scent
Not intentional, but not as she meant.

With a gun of roses to my head
She calls me on, getting underneath my skin
Tears of blood, presumed dead
Sadly reported to her next of kin

Jolly Jolly little lass.
As wounds heal, and tears fade
And hurtful times will pass.
I’ll be at your call, to come to aide

Welcome to tomorrow
This day knows no sorrow
Anyone can hate you but I
So no goodbye

Titelloos

One day, I knew All the answers.
One day, I had Faith in people.
One day, I was happy when I Saw 2 people in love.
One day, I fell in love myself.

This day, I don’t know all the answers.
This day, I Have no mare Faith in everyone.
This day, I’m sad when I see 2 people in love.
This day, I am still in love.

Tomorrow, I’ll know more answers.
Tomorrow, I Might see you.
Tomorrow, I wish it never came.

Yesterday, I thought it was perfect.
Yesterday, I long for that day.
Yesterday, I’d Love you forever.


Zoals ze me nooit meer zal geloven:

Why did it happen?
You couldn’t have known.
This love is real.
She is my life
Killing me from inside
Eternally she has my love.

doch houd ik van haar.



Onafgerond:

Elizabeth Dane, was haar naam.
Nooit gedacht dat dit het begin zo zijn.
Ik moest het doen, ongeacht de pijn.
Ik kon haar daar niet laten staan.
En dat zijn gang laten gaan.
Niettemin, Ging het leven door.
Verhalen, en kennis fluisterend aan mn oor.
Mijn best was wat ik kon geven.
Liefhebben al was het maar even.
Liefhebben is en blijft mn leven.

Farewell she said, en voor 1 keer
She didn't lie.
en blijdschap vulde mijn lichaam
kwijt voor altijd
maar zij is eindelijk, bezield met de waarheid.



(titelloos:)

De oranje zaklamp,
Slank, lang,
Warm bij aanstaand,
De kleur van haar vest.

Het trotse narcisje,
Gouden hoofd,
Zelf ingenomen,
Haar ogen, hemels groen.

De Hoge Cumulus,
Gedreven door de wind,
Regen bij de donder,
Haar lippen zacht als lucht.

Het lieve teddybeertje,
Krimpt in bij knuffel,
Knuffelt maar gunt geen krimp.
Schroeit bij de hartstocht van mijn hart.

En zij,
Toch wel zij,
Zij en ik.

Frederik kerling

30-01-05

Life’s Freckles

True fortune, is a miracle,
A miracle as enchanting as love.
Not to own, but to be applicable,
Time, merely there to shove.

Biblical stories, of a single theme,
Bedaubed as myths of true love.
Faith regulated by the guy above,
Feigning the trust in our self-esteem.

But the writer of life’s chapters,
Writes true fortune as deceit,
Questioning its very existence.

Fighting against its captors,
With only Time and faith to compete,
With love waiting in the far distance.

Our writer is us, or you.
About love, and the future not a clue.
Only you wield the power of miracles,
And the arranging of love’s freckles.


3-2-2005 Frederik Kerling.



Wabbelledoedoe

As I was walking threw the beautiful land of bottom earth, I stumbled across a little village called Wabbelledoedoe, which is a place just near Wabbelleboeboe. The Wabbelledoedoërs where very friendly people, but very primitive. They preferred to carry their Wabbelledoedoën burdens by hand, instead of using something like a Wabbelledoedoën wheelbarrow. This sight amazed me, that they did not even invent the wheel. They used what they called a Wabbelledoedoën tissue. Which was basically a large basket made of special paper gathered around by gifted girls. I ask them if I could meet one of these Wabbelledoedoën girls. All of the sudden, all of the sudden there faces gone pale. The sunny Wabbelledoedoën sunny ambiance was gone. I decided to check in the only available hotel like establishment, and to oversleep my horrible mistake. That morning I decided to take a walk to see where the fuss was about these Wabbelledoedoën tissues. Eventually I found myself lost in a forest called Waddelledoedoe. As I was Wabbelledoedoeing about, as the local Wabbelledoedoërs call it, I saw this splendid thing. It was a Wabbelledoedoën girl, with beautiful blonde hair, her name was Wytzelledoedoe. Being the ever Dutch gentleman, I introduced myself to this lovely Wabbelledoedoën; 'Good afternoon, miss ....?', Wibbelledoe is the name, handsome looking man, Wytzelledoedoe Wibbelledoe, but you may call me Wytzelle. I do not know what kind of nerve snapped in my head, but all of the sudden, I fell Wabbelledoedoën in love, with this small Wabbelledoedoën farm girl. The day after I found her again, this time she wondered about very cautioned, as if hiding something behind that beautiful Wabbelledoedoën face. She took off her hat, and I almost fainted of her astonishing splendour. I was at the brim of proposing, when she said, we could never work out, and I did not fit in her Wabbelledoedoën community. With her great green eyes she looked at me, and tears fell on the loamy Wabbelledoedoën soil. Moreover, I could just see, a small tear of Wytzelle falling in the same soil, joining mine. I thought I reached my end, on that Wabbelledoedoën patch of farmland. And with all the force left in my weakened body I carried myself back to the hotel like establishment, where the lady of the house asked me if I had been struck by the Wabbelledoedoën flu. Not knowing any better, I answered a weak squeak, before falling on the ground.
I slept for days as the kind Wabbelledoedoën lady told me, but it looked like years, every single dream went about Wytzelle and how I would never see her again. It took days for me to recover after that, and I started too get acquaint with the locals. I can only guess at the name of the lady of the house, but I remember the name of Wytzelle's best friend, Wabbellisa. She told me a lot about Wytzelle and her past, and about herself, the things she told amazed me, but I was just thinking about one thing, Wytzelle. I felt sorry for Wabbellisa, I knew things she would never know, about this Wabbelledoedoenian world. And I was blinded by the thought of Wytzelle, suddenly the splendour of Wabbelledoedoe seemed darker and grimmer then ever. I was sobbing threw the rain streets, and many of the locals where looking at me with a sore eye. I was told, that they thought that the Wabbelledoedoën tissue makers, were all witches. No human could possibly great something as unique and strong as a Wabbelledoedoën Tissue. And the Wabbelledoedoën spirit quickly drifted away as my feet took me threw town up the hill. Then at the top of the hill, I wondered across a little house, covered in the dark forest, hidden from view, but enlightened by the sun. In this cottage lived two young Wabbelledoedoens a girl called Wapeialle, and a boy called Wabbetim. They were madly in love, and