The Generale
This is the most important thing that got lost in all the transcriptions of hurt and despair. I forgot how we had come to be known to each other - to be so dear to one another. I missed my best friend and it felt like I had lost a part of me. I tried with all my power to channel the hurt, the betrayal and the confusion into hating and forgetting but it took too much time and all my strength to hate. Having lost our Father's some years ago, that was our fusing bolt. I was there for him as he was there for me. It was like we were kindred in helping each other through this tough journey and it made sense. We made sense. For the longest time we spoke for hours about nothing ... the day's events, the weather, which boy was making me cry and who was the recent interest. It was like he knew me and I knew him. I guess that is what happens when 2 kids from across the street move across the ocean to a place where they now had to call home and grow up into the persons we see before ...