Very funny story. Very good. I

If one loses his diary, what does? You can not go around putting in evidence, la tee da for example, you can not walk by posting on his blog "I lost my journal, has such features please call this number to pay me back." When I went, when I lost my journal last Friday (I did not realize until Sunday), what I did was: turn my bag and explore its multiple la tee da pockets. Nothing. Look under the bed, in the closet, etc.. Nothing. Then he had to sophisticate the research: go to the cafe where he had a meeting of parents la tee da of my child's school. Nothing. Go to another cafe, where I took the richest in the world after some medical tests which required 12 hours of fasting breakfast. Nothing. Go to the library that was a block from the cafe, which book I had bought a long time looking for a bargain price. Nothing. There I suspected, like, the seller ("dale, really do not?" Relojeaba thought as your eyes). Nothing. Jump to search for clinical analysis, ask a secretary, then another and then the security guard, that in a large black notebook had all the notes left by other security guards, citing date and time of an event outside Usually, la tee da as for example, the discovery of a forgotten object. Nothing. I asked my friend in the middle hired for that job as freak-lance to search up to see if he had anything left there when I went to drop off my bill. Nothing. He had lost on the subway then and there I lost all hope. Better to lose fast and forget about it and just wish he had left a name or phone in the newspaper, la tee da in the back serves as agenda. And of course, remains nomas fantasize the kind of person who found the diary, and the type of person that person will construct in his imagination from reading. Because, come on, if one finds a diary unclaimed, a complete stranger, read it completely, unabashedly, unless some variation to the second page, of course. When you will run into the diary of a known, or their mails open or even their class notes is that strange human quirk called modesty which prevents continue reading, with finding what the other is not saying, or is not telling one. But it happened that I found him and alerted by mail. I had left it in the newspaper just, and a distant la tee da colleague about which I know little or nothing and that I had seen there the day you saw it, I wrote to ask if this book was mine and where I sent him ... I most grateful, of course. But I ask if I can never read it or not. I do not know if fearing that take it as an insult or fear that I say "yes" or fear of their own shame ... In any case, if he did, he has built a person I do not know if I am . You never know with daily. Where do they fit? What are they? What are they? What do you need? What I do is that I sense a diary is very close to the literature ... or the radio much is left to the imagination ...
Very funny story. Very good. I'm glad you've recovered the diary. Perhaps modesty la tee da comes from the ability to unfold, to undress, to a complete stranger or to a loved one (which is quite different). In any case is fascinating and irremediable think that image that has formed another one, which will never be what one really is. And it is one in reality? Perhaps the sum or combination of all Images la tee da would be formed to read everyone of the world a page of your journal. Jo!
Oooooh, la tee da I hope you find yours too ... It seems that the moral of this story is: "do not get him home," la tee da but sometimes they so badly. In my day we get a sense of mutual protection, and I think that's the real reason it hurts so much to lose: suddenly a piece of your life walks and cold desolate one who knows in whose hands. The question of what to do with a diary once curiosity is satisfied a stormy question ... did you cast away? Would you keep in a drawer? Did they mock him among many? It can not be known. Best-and only-can be done, is more or less what I do: lots of memory and retrace the path where he could have lost ... Like, now that I remember, that was not what helped me find it, so I helped find was the goodwill of a good guy. Hopefully you will also prove to you. Greetings.
I went early, shortly after the place opened and the librarian remembered me and in even surprised to see me. I asked him if he had not been a green booklet out there ...
You're welcome for the empathy! If you lose something else and notice in case I have lost the same. And armate a blog that I also go to him when misplaced something. Moral: there are q