“I am requesting the special line”.
Natalie looked at the letter she just wrote and quickly posted it on her poetry blog, before thinking and thinking and thinking about it again. She had doubts and wanted to hear someone else opinion, the opinion she would listen and take as a lead.
Only few people would understand her. For everyone else, it's a picture, a story, something weird without any meaning at all. May be poetic, may be romantic, little bit magic, but story without any sense.
“From magician of level 92”, she added at the end of her message.
In the evening she looked at another website, with bunch of numbers and statistics.
Someone unknown was telling her “go a head, tell the story".
And Natalie started writing.
“Few weeks ago I saw on the news a former Nazi soldier who was being greeted by our Parliament.
This, now, old man got standing ovations and was called a hero. This why it was on the news at least daily for a week. I was watching the news, and I started to think a lot about it. A lot of time. Not that I am angry or hate. No. I was thinking a lot and still do, because seeing this man brought a lot of memories about my childhood, about my grand parents, great grand parents, my old neighbors, people, movies, military parades, stories, about everyone who I used to know and who went and lived during the Second World war.
And this is the first time I see a Nazi soldier alive, real on TV.
