Olga
25.05.2004, 08:45
One and a half year ago I have met the moroccan, half a year we were together, very much liked each other. Then he has left for other country on the PERMANENT RESIDENCE. Documents has not received, I too cannot itself there to it or him;them leave, the whole year I fight but while uselessly. First were going to to get married already I do not know that will be, without documents we there anybody. All that I need to be in a life it with it or him. It or he here had friends which too have left together with it or him. Met basically cunning not local girls to whom except for money of anything from them it was not necessary, and they it is visible it or this did not understand. As soon as they have left, these maidens there and then to themselves have found a consolation. And here yesterday casually I meet one of them and she and speaks: I leave for Paris for ever, wash documents has made, to me the invitation has sent, we shall marry. The world has simply failed at me before eyes. I now do not know as me further to live, on what to hope. I fight, I learn or teach tongue, half-salaries for negotiations I spend, for job there I search and here this I do not know even how to name, any word foreign does not know, sleeps with everyone the second, was familiar with the without a year month, even have never found time to call to him when have left.. That is I simply do not have words. After that at me arms or hand have lowered or omitted, necessarily start to believe in ill fate. Already that that I now would seem to me did or made at me it will turn out nothing and who will carry only that of it or this does not deserve.