7th of september 2003, 5:13 a.m, bucharest, romania

Dear friend,

Sometimes people, events and everything in between moves too slowly. The Earth is too slow for the entire galaxy. I think that's why the people from other planets never visited us. We are too slow. To understand, to feel. And when we understand, when we feel... we blame others, we make them feel guilty because they made us feel what we are feeling right now. You must know what I'm talking about, friend, you are always so kind, so understanding, so wise, that I feel like you're the only person that understands me. As I was saying, things are too slow here, too raw, too painful. I probably am the only that feels that way, right? What am I saying? Really, I don't know, friend. You'll probably read this and think I'm some ungrateful, quite pitiful girl. Yeah, friend, perhaps that will happen. But deep inside I want you to understand, friend. I... please do. Because there is no one that will.

Anyway, I don't wish to depress you any longer with these random thoughts.

Whoever you are, how have you been? I hope you're leading a good life along with good people. I would only want the best for you, friend.