Current mood:	sad
Current music:	Ilham - The Voice of Iraq

"Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it!"
I've tried it before, but you never get used to such things. To lose somebody you love. In the worst, most definite way, with no chances of getting back. I've tried it with Natasha when I was only 16. It was the first and the most shocking loss. There were some other ones meanwhile, never as shocking as that one. 
Some days ago I met Maja, common friend of me and my friend Tove. The coincidence of our running into each other on the exactly that day was so extreme, it made me believe we were sent to each other by angels. She tried to reach me all day long (on the old cell phone) only to let me know that Tove died. But she couldn't, of course, because the number is in no use anymore. On the other hand I took the bus I never take, only because Agata was freezing and we decided to take 6A two stops and that's where and how I met Maja. And heard the disturbing news I didn't want to hear.
Tove was my first Danish friend. I met her in january 1993. and we've been close friends ever since. So many memories popping up in my head these days.
Her laughter.
Her huge ring on the right hand.
Her small art pieces.
The way she's analyzing the paintings on the exhibition.
Her French, which she loved to speak.
Her jazz, her Bach, her African music.
The way she would put her hair behind her ear.
The way she would smile saying "Hey Monika!"
All gone.
Too gone.