You know why, this is part two? because i don't know how to work computers. When i paste and copy something, my typing fond stays in that fond of what i copied.
Now there i something, so after switching realities, it is very hard to go back...
This morning after i had gotten up i saw these realities encased in thick, slimy, grey, though skin. Maybe like the stomach of a Bison, washed clean of the blood.
Reading the book it occurred again to me, that the Germans in World War II , suffered maybe most. Well i can't say most, as i think suffering is suffering. (the apple/orange thing)
When i grew up , there was never a hatred for the Germans, the image was more, of young boys fighting in Holland torn away from their families in Germany. My husband i ask him, ( born in '47) grew up in a Military community in Northern England. He said there was nothing, no awareness that way, they told us nothing, we learned nothing.
Did he and i came together, because in England after school he was an apprentice to lay ..marble?.. floors in hospitals?
See i am getting totally lost, here. I am taking a break from writing. Maybe i will talk to my husband for a bit. Maybe i go back to 1977,giggles, brommers and kisses. Or to the future.....where i still will be me, but in a total different reality.