The goodbye and hello
The fall of the Berlin wall was an event that I will never forget. I was at home reading when one of my closest friends came and told me that the border to West-Berlin was open and it was allowed for everyone to go wherever they wanted. I did not believe it, I turned the television on and it was on the news. I saw one eastgerman politician talk about that the eastgerman citizen could cross the border. Not long after that He came and we went to the border. Thousand and thousand of people were there, they had bottles of champagne in their hands, laughing, crying, singing, hugging each other, it was amazing! What a feeling! I had visited West-Berlin a lot of times because I was a foreigner and could leave the country when I wanted. So it was nothing new to me but I knew that for my german friend and Him it was something special to walk on the Kudamm and see the beautiful center of West-Berlin. They still had borderpolice and I had my passport but I had no visa for leaving the GDR, I had to apply for that, so I could not leave East-Berlin! I told them both that they should go, I even gave them some money but He wanted not to leave me behind, I said go, but he wanted to go with me. So He went back with me to the dorm.
The following weeks was a controlled chaos but I still had to go to university and do was I was supposed to do. One day, it was about 2 weeks after the fall of the wall all students from His country where picked up by a buss and where driven to their embassy. The next day they left for their country. They took only those things that were neccesary for them and I have not heard from them ever since. When I heard that I went home at once and went looking for him. I went to our friends, to his room, to my room, maybe he had left a message. Nothing! I was on my way to the elevator and the door opened and there he was. I just began crying, I was sobbing, I could not stop it.
He was so lucky. He and another one were on the verge of finishing their thesis so they were allowed to stay. I could not believe it!
He managed to write his thesis in just a couple of weeks and then he had to defend his thesis in front of two professors and some audiance. I was there too, of course!
Afterwards we went to a restaurant to celebrate but we all knew that he would be going home.
Finally that last day came and I slept in his room that night, he did not care if anyone knew about us, the time came that we had to say goodbye, I could not keep it together, I cryed like I never cried before. I had a big pain in my chest and as something heavy was there weighing my down, I could not help it, I looked at Him and we both cried, we did not want to let go of each other but we had to. He left and I stayed in his room until I could no longer cry, I could not breathe but I calmed down.
The years went by, I hoped every year that he would come back but nothing happened. The first years I thought of him every day, I talked to him, wanting him to be there but he was not. I had some hopes a couple of years later when I was on my way home and my good friend called me to come back to her place because he had called. I could not believe it, I said don´t you joke with me with something like that. I went home with him and the phone rang. On the other side of the line there he was and the first thing he said to me was: First I want you to know that I love you! I love you so much and not one day has gone by that I have not thought about you. I started crying because those words were the words I was longing to hear for years. He had not forgotten me, on the contrary, he thought of me all this years.
He told me that he now was married and had a son, but he told me that it was an arranged mariage and I know that it is custom to do that in that country. He would have liked to stay unmarried but the society demands of him to get married or he would be considered strange or even gay, and that is a sin their society.
Since he could call from the other country I talked to him every night. We talked about everything, he told me about his son and his failed marriage, and that he had a lot of problems with her and that she bullied his niece. The two weeks went by far too fast and it was once again time to say goodbye. Again we did not want to let go but we had to, the next day he was flying home. I cried all the way home but I went to bed. I lay in my bed and cried in the dark. I was alone and that is the first time that I had and paranormal experience.
I was lying in my bed crying and suddenly I felt how someone came in to my room, walked all the way to my bed and stood on the end of the bed. I felt that there was someone there but I could no see anyone! I reached for the switch and turned on the light. There was no one there, but I knew what I felt, but I never forgot the experience. You can imagine that I did not turn the light off that night!!! But that night I could sleep, whoever came to me that night helped me stop crying and helped me sleep.
He flew back home the next day and I did not hear from him for a couple of years. The first proof of life came to me in 2009 when a german man wrote me that he had a letter that was ment for me that came from Him. He had written it 10 years before but the german man had misplaced the letter and found it 10 years later. So I got another sign of life but it was 10 years old. He told me that he had not forgotten me, he thought of me and that that thought kept him going, the thought of seeing me one day again was all worth the pain and suffering.
From 1989 until 2009 when I got the letter 20 years had gone by and even though the letter was written 10 years earlier the message was still intact and the feeling was still the same, he loved me and had not forgotten me. I was happy!
Under the years gone by a lot of things happened to him which I did not know, I even tried a psychic to contact him or at least know something about him but she could not "see him". I knew that he was not gone, that he had not crossed over, I would have felt it, but nothing, no sign of knowing anything about him until february 2012.
To be continued.... Namaste!
The following weeks was a controlled chaos but I still had to go to university and do was I was supposed to do. One day, it was about 2 weeks after the fall of the wall all students from His country where picked up by a buss and where driven to their embassy. The next day they left for their country. They took only those things that were neccesary for them and I have not heard from them ever since. When I heard that I went home at once and went looking for him. I went to our friends, to his room, to my room, maybe he had left a message. Nothing! I was on my way to the elevator and the door opened and there he was. I just began crying, I was sobbing, I could not stop it.
He was so lucky. He and another one were on the verge of finishing their thesis so they were allowed to stay. I could not believe it!
He managed to write his thesis in just a couple of weeks and then he had to defend his thesis in front of two professors and some audiance. I was there too, of course!
Afterwards we went to a restaurant to celebrate but we all knew that he would be going home.
Finally that last day came and I slept in his room that night, he did not care if anyone knew about us, the time came that we had to say goodbye, I could not keep it together, I cryed like I never cried before. I had a big pain in my chest and as something heavy was there weighing my down, I could not help it, I looked at Him and we both cried, we did not want to let go of each other but we had to. He left and I stayed in his room until I could no longer cry, I could not breathe but I calmed down.
The years went by, I hoped every year that he would come back but nothing happened. The first years I thought of him every day, I talked to him, wanting him to be there but he was not. I had some hopes a couple of years later when I was on my way home and my good friend called me to come back to her place because he had called. I could not believe it, I said don´t you joke with me with something like that. I went home with him and the phone rang. On the other side of the line there he was and the first thing he said to me was: First I want you to know that I love you! I love you so much and not one day has gone by that I have not thought about you. I started crying because those words were the words I was longing to hear for years. He had not forgotten me, on the contrary, he thought of me all this years.
He told me that he now was married and had a son, but he told me that it was an arranged mariage and I know that it is custom to do that in that country. He would have liked to stay unmarried but the society demands of him to get married or he would be considered strange or even gay, and that is a sin their society.
Since he could call from the other country I talked to him every night. We talked about everything, he told me about his son and his failed marriage, and that he had a lot of problems with her and that she bullied his niece. The two weeks went by far too fast and it was once again time to say goodbye. Again we did not want to let go but we had to, the next day he was flying home. I cried all the way home but I went to bed. I lay in my bed and cried in the dark. I was alone and that is the first time that I had and paranormal experience.
I was lying in my bed crying and suddenly I felt how someone came in to my room, walked all the way to my bed and stood on the end of the bed. I felt that there was someone there but I could no see anyone! I reached for the switch and turned on the light. There was no one there, but I knew what I felt, but I never forgot the experience. You can imagine that I did not turn the light off that night!!! But that night I could sleep, whoever came to me that night helped me stop crying and helped me sleep.
He flew back home the next day and I did not hear from him for a couple of years. The first proof of life came to me in 2009 when a german man wrote me that he had a letter that was ment for me that came from Him. He had written it 10 years before but the german man had misplaced the letter and found it 10 years later. So I got another sign of life but it was 10 years old. He told me that he had not forgotten me, he thought of me and that that thought kept him going, the thought of seeing me one day again was all worth the pain and suffering.
From 1989 until 2009 when I got the letter 20 years had gone by and even though the letter was written 10 years earlier the message was still intact and the feeling was still the same, he loved me and had not forgotten me. I was happy!
Under the years gone by a lot of things happened to him which I did not know, I even tried a psychic to contact him or at least know something about him but she could not "see him". I knew that he was not gone, that he had not crossed over, I would have felt it, but nothing, no sign of knowing anything about him until february 2012.
To be continued.... Namaste!
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