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Prologue: Irreversible changes I was born on the twelfth August 1989. Some people claim that because of [my] education in a free country I don't know the real life (unfortunately, people often mistakenly consider me without knowing me, without exchainging words with me). Is that so? I had a long, happy, very interesting childhood. Except learning and entertainment has filled it job - beloved by me, but neverthless hard and exacting devotions; but if not it, I'd never have had a possibility to find my happiness... Despite the many family problems close people have always been by my side and I could count [at them]. I appreciate it very much

V Poor Baby Two weeks passed me on giving the concerts, writing lyrics at evenings and nights and conversations with Michael at different times. Guys didn't say anything already, when I ran longs phone calls in English with a huge smile on my face, but I knew that they conjectured. Of course even without a requirement from me they swore to keep this joyful news for themselves, but I trusted them... We knew each others for many years, we divided with each others all sorrows and joys. The last days passed me on a little boring instructing a maiden, who was supposed to be a keyboardist during my absence. It was a very responsible job, because

XII I Miss You Already We left the house and came back on the road. "Is it far?" "Nah, not with your condition" he smiled and moved on. We walked in a silence, holding each other hands. All around were no buildings – in the end it's the border of the state. The way was pretty long, but living in Wendryn I had four kilometers to primary school and I traveled this way every morning, for seven years (I lived in Warsaw for two years and then I went to high school in Teschen, there I had to arrive, what I loved), so I really have quite good condition. "It's here!" The boy stopped at the border. "Here? But what's interesting here?" I didn

IV Never Again I was very confused. I wondered the whole time, if Michael really had to do it, if there was another way. I began to sympathize with him, because I knew that he worked really hard, that  he depended much on those concerts. He pretended that happened this, what could happen... I thought more and more boldly that my friends were right and Michael really cares about me. And he really loves me... Not as a friend, as a woman. ~*~ "Daddy, is Wendy angry at you?" asked Blanket. "I don't know, son" I sighted. "Why doesn't she with us? Did you talk to her?" "Yes... Three days ago. Do you think she knows already if should she forgi