Tjooo, har inte kunnat skriva de senaste dagarna pga att laptoppen e hemma hos whiley's place and i've had to stay at the relative's place because when i have work early in the morning i can't stay at whiley's house :P
Will try and write soon though!
(At the agency right now hehe ;))
Lotsa Love
Alex
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Halloo dear Mr Zorry Zorry Tjooo,
I havn't been a bit worried over you for the recent months. Let me see when you wrote the last post? I was certain that you regularly wake up at 6:00, work hard until 22:00,after that invited to several first clas bars, treated to free champagn unlimited, chatting with attractive,minimally clothed(it's very hot in Singapore,isn't it?),sensual girls until 4:00AM, taxi home,listen to some moral lectures by Granma before falling asleep.
Beautiful to be young, living in the peaceful world, even thou with some activities of terrorists now and then which is nothing compaired with bombings by air and sea in 1944,day & night bombings and machine-gunnings by both large bombers,B29,and small fighterplanes,Lockeed,Gramman etc.1994&95,escalated by bombardments by giant warships off the Japanese coast. Thunderous sound of blastings which I heard when I stayed with my mother's relative outside Mito City,I still remember the sound,It stays in my ears.(that's why I don't hear so well). Near the city there was a large war meterial factory of Hitach,target of bombardments. I was chased by a small Lockheed fighter at the open field,believe it or not. A huge haystack rescued me. Even my parents house outside Tokyo which you visited when you are small,was hit once or twice by machine gun when I was home.
Now I started to be sentimental, recalling my time of being young in Japan. You may call me a little
sentimental weakling which probably I am. Anyway I cannot get me free from the War Memory.
Appreciate your time,Alex.
I shall try to send by e-mail a picture of your father singing with a microphone at your mother's birthday lunch/dinner gathering.
Sleep well,Alex.
Love/ We miss you. Farmor&Farfar
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