No, not with the arm along with a broken thumb, which is still stuck in his good track .... but I have seen that some people have tried to look in my deco blog after the article, which eventually led to my blog break why do I even want to summarize briefly how it went.
I had changed the blog to the expressed wishes and apologized. This excuse has been roundly rejected and withdrawn the permission to publish the images. I could have put me stubborn to the point, but it did and put the text relating to privacy, so that it only visible to me. Then I wrote one last e-mail me thanks for the friendship, wished her well for the future and took my two-week blog break. After the break, I looked through your blog emails, ranking with me to read it at all, it did but then probably from a misunderstood sense of respect. Their responses were by far the commonest what I have read in a long time, it was as if one would look into a dark abyss in which it became obvious that all the problems they had with the world now projected on me. First, they wrote that my entire article was illegal and they would sue me, I was expecting, because they often sued. After that - probably a conversation with the lawyer following - they wrote, however, that they will instead offer my cats for sale on Craigslist. At this point, I missed the first words and I was angry, sad, shocked and also very glad that the e-mail was almost two weeks old already, and probably no one expected an answer. It was written with such calculation, back rage that I ought to show at long last the hoped for by her face of the white racists that I had to keep me always in mind that one of such statements is probably only capable of once you get yourself Victims of infamy was. Only I know enough about her family history to know that that was 20 years happened when her older sister overwhelmed by the death was the mother Neuheirat of the Father, even in an unhappy marriage with a child and then to the pubertal younger sister had to take care, should live with it. That was not good and they had to take off 16 years old and in the insulation of the apartment where they still are - alone, withdrawn - lives. I wish that she will be able once to see that old wounds are perhaps not healed, but you may be mature enough to put yourself in others can and will recover following their huge family and fear but secretly that many of their views have become hard as concrete and they will live in 20 years, still the same. (But yes concrete can also get cracking.)
In any case, I had to let her go, because any change could only use its own coming, and so did I, which brought with it the modern, cutting through all the digital connections, put their e-mails, blocked its broadcast address, stared at the trembling of my hands and breathed deeply. Done.
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