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JOURNALING (excuse me for the imperfectly translation)
September, 13th, 07. When we stop in front of Nacia agency, I recognize at once this door I've seen in photo on the net. I push it in a flash of lighting. You are, very wise, the face closed, sat on a chair there. Next to you, Magdalne and then a lady who has to be a nanny. I move slowly. I have to contain, especially to make slowly. You are certainly going to be afraid. Maybe you will have a backlash. Only of very normal, you dont' know me, only maybe to have seen me on a photo. And since when? In all this I got ready. Then I squat in front of you slowly. And I say to you: " my little boy, my small love ". I dare even no movement, but I have no time. You get up at once and come in my arms spontaneously. You hug me so strong. I embrace you, caress you hair and then you give way against me. We stay like that for a long time, during Nacia's employees are praying for this happiness without limit.
