The only entry in this whole blog.

Editorial note.

I erased a number of entries, I hate the mere possibility that I might hurt anyone. Least of all, you. If you think that, you didn't get anything.

I read something this morning which I won't reproduce. Reactions towards bereavement. Anger was mentioned. With you, it was never on the table. Or do you think I made it this far without learning a thing or two?

Dear readers (there's at least two  on the other with a +1 on each entry).

As I said, I do not set out to hurt anyone. I never harmed anything other than the rats in my old neighbourhood in Seville.

This blog, as well as the rest of my digital footprint, is not advertised anywhere. I do not tend to advertise across the platforms. You're here because you stumbled upon me, or you sought me out.

I even use a different language to which I was born.

My dominant feeling is not anger, but perplexity. To a number of other losses came that of somebody dearest to me (that is you). The hardest thing is to see her like me: a stranger in a strange land, alone. I do not know what happened to her. That is what hurts the most.

If you read things under a different light, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. I wished there was anything, anything I could do.

Dear reader, if what I write in this blog does offend you in any way, shape or form, you can certainly stop visiting my lounge. That's what I do when other places cause me discomfort.

It is that simple.

To that special someone, I would say that I continue to wait at that railway station, in what is now my home, HW. Saturdays, from 7 to 9 pm.

It is for a simple reason, I was to her the shoulder of a friend, and I'll be that at a second's notice, leaving aside all the fantasies I might or might not indulge in.

Why I sought her, I'd only explain to her, for it's nobody business.

I do wish you all as nice a day as possible.