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In an April evening, front an “elephant revolution”, a protestant group of industrial revolution, I hear a noise again the English government: “We want our nationality again”. That’s happened almost every day and it gone till eight or nine o’clock p.m. when normally the rain falls in London. When the noisy stoped I can turn on my radio and listen my novel: “sex eagle”. In London dark night of the century XVIII it was I could make.
The industrial revolution killed people and destroyed family, its normal and we can’t make anything, just fight together. The order were practically erased of the people, my name is Frank Ballack and I have 34 years old, I don’t have child and my wife died when she is gonna give birth. I have a company, the same company that they protest and made noisy every day, but, I don’t go there anymore, because I live with my thoughts that I miss her. Today, my brother take care of the company with iron hand, I told this because once a employer tried to flee and when he cut your nose my brother ordered that put the rail on the windows. Always he take care of me and the company, I love him and Know that he’s making the best for us.
For me is difficult don’t remember that, my wife, my family, mainly when I go in my garden take rose. Hellen Ballack loved rose and she taked care with all love. I can’t take the noise, the people asking changes and asking better opportunities while I’d like just one thing: my family again. I remember of the last night together, when we dinner in a restaurant, when she take a napkin and we look us with love and affection listening a strange music that it was played by instrument that called xylophone. I’ll never forget because the sound was made with bones and my sweet Hellen had afraid this and asked me to protect her. After the dinner, our last love night, no sex, love, yes, we aren’t near but together, we were just one, because had passion, soul and affection.
When I finish this letter that like a turtle I wrote by I remember of my love I think: What is right and what is wrong? Who can say what sin before the God eyes is? Well, I believe that knows my history, so, I leave my British government and my own that it never helped me to be happy, and I leave this horrible life to stay together with who I love and show me what’s important in life. How is normal in London, the rain fall in this noise April evening and my letter will be remember like a person that tried to find the happiness.
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Frank Ballack
Minister of the British Parliament
criado por rafael_golob
12:12:30