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Pillows and tables are nice. A new home is lovely. But I'd get rid of all the material things, if I could just feel home again in my body.
I'm suddenly terrified I'll take Karol and Agnieszka down in my dark pit and have no idea why I put myself in this situation or how to get myself out of it.
The police-officer looks at me, and shakes his head softly.
"We don't know how it's possible this happened. I don't understand how our colleague you saw in January didn't do what he could have easily done that very day. I just talked to my colleagues about it. If this was taken up months ago, you could have started with truly digesting this, and give it closure."
The ceiling is white and I've been staring at it for hours. I'm somewhere in Germany, and I don't know what to do. I just want to melt into the pastel bedsheets and disappear. Fade out. Not be alive.
Next to his own mother, Exurb1a too seems to find his alcoholism a joke still.
My statement about Exurb1a.