Morning May 7.
Sunny day, sunny mood plans and thoughts of the upcoming b-day. I need concentration. Need to remember to do this and that. Yes. Hmmm.... No. Ok. Worktime's over. Going home. Watch - 3.20pm. Key to the home door. It doesn't fit in. Hmmm... I call my hubby. No, he knows nothing. I go round and see partly opened windows of our flat (second floor). My heart starts pumping. Shit shit shit (do not dare reporting me for these words, I'm sure you'd have pronounced sth more vulgar even)!!! I call my hubby again. Then his father, then 112 (police). No, I'm not imagining things. It's real. Come please. They all come, we open the door. Thieves had gone. Some mess around. WTF the mess. No money, no gold (my earings, bracelets, rings, pendants...), no laptop with all my sentiments in it and some important data and docs. I don't care for money. Give me my memories back. Oh yeah, I sit on the floor and cry. Fuck those thieves. God, deprive them of their memories and souvenirs too. I beg for justice. I will not give my other cheek. Please, punish them for stepping into my soul with their dirty feet and minds.
May 8. Happy Birthday still sounds ironical. Lots of pleasant surprises from everyone. Flowers. Most of them roses. Mmmmmmmm... But still my mind's back to the day before. Am I a revengeful person? Would you not be? Rainy day. I have a drink with colleagues after work. I drink too much. This helps a bit. But no celebration mood around. What a 30th b-day. Dang.
PS Thank you for reading. Sorry. Couldn't help sharing this with you. Btw, do not be surprised that you will see me a lot less on here. I have no computer at home now. But don't forget me, ok?
