First letter home


Today, aI have cleaned three pieces of window, and aI have cleaned the floor of my little hall. With chlorine-/soap- spray together with water, in fact, after yesterdays attack, and it smells nice. The washing machine is continuously running, and yesterdays laundry aI wash twice, with pre-washes, and aI intend to wash my curtains. It will be nice. It is just a matter of time before people will be comfortable, here.

Ai am reluctant to pick up the painting my mother made, delivered somewhere for re-framing. God knows what might be in it, and God knows how it may look like. In fact, aI believe aI never will.

The sun is shining, it is a splendid winter weather, delivered my March, and a believe aI will go for a walk. Life is good. (Has not someone used that expression? )

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