04 January 2008 00:34:10

"Svitlana! Oscar not replying to me and the world is unregurgative of him as
well as. I have been to CEE both nights now, even if this cold must grow
always like a great fist, and no sign of him, although they have broken
through a new dance hall in the old train tunnels without his help. Either
he’s gone to the steppe or he’s gone to the railroad, or back to the
canal he said he lived on once.
Supper was a grim affair, a band from the west staying for the weekend,
like the one we had last year, scrawny little gutterpunks and they
haven’t heard from him either. 
I’m hacking the old address book with Kilina’s help, though she leaves
no fingerprint not wanting to incur that wrath. Even now a shadow I can
hear. But sadness is divisable even as it is unbearable, or is it fear?
Anyway, put your words about as someone must know where he is. All his
girls here crying and no sherbet for the podium staff.
Spring soon I count, and then we will have a party like before, and dance,
dance, dance. 
 
Yours eternal,
Iryna.
 
After thought: leave word here; http://www.myspace.com/irynaberliawsky

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