I´ve been thinking about that day. What will happen? will she go to meet w/ me or if she goes, will she treat just like last time? there´s some mistrust in me for her. Shall I go cry? maybe yes; after all I´ll have waited for more than three years. Shall I go laugh? probability yes; after all a dream will become real in my life, and there´s nothing more astonishing than a dream that becomes real after a long time of waiting. I think any word will be said. Only words won´t discribe the sensation. Just tears of sympathy will be dropped. My heart will lose the compass of its rythym instinctively. That day won´t mean anything to her, but will echo forever inside me. The fourth generation after me will know about her. My lips will speak: "thank you for coming, Anna!", but my heart will be saying: "thank you for this moment, Jesus!"