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However, Ahmed remembered that French math;matician with his equations of love in the book “Le jeu de l'amour sans le hasard — Math;matique du couple"!
Ahmed was no expert in mathematics, but a couple of differential equations didn't seem complicated to him and he was able to grasp the meaning.
Olga still sent him her messages on Telegram. This Russian woman laughed at him, ignored him when he tried to contact, and made up awkward stories about him. He could make it ineluctable for her to love him strongly.
Ahmed was fascinated by this experimental thought. He calculated roughly how to act and at which moments. He could no longer read the messages because she had deleted them, and in recent months he had looked at them very rarely and remembered almost nothing... And he did not need to: it was enough, and necessary, to observe her quite superficially: the overall picture is most important for the result, not the details.
He realized that until now, even if unconsciously, his random answers had led her to this outcome.
He posted on Safebook:

“Ahmed ****ni
18 June at 23:00 ·
Beginning from tonight, I am planning to post videos that I have designed and prepared, which are related to my journey in Japan.
A journey of almost 15 years that cover studies, research, Budo and Koryu..
These future posts will represent a tribute to my professor and to all my masters, mentors and friends who helped me keep up, quite successfully, with my journey.”


Ахмед все-таки вспомнил того французского математика с его уравнениями любви в книге “Le jeu de l'amour sans le hasard - Math;matique du couple”!
Ахмед не был спецом в математике, но пара дифференциальных уравнений не казалась ему сложной и он смог уловить смысл.
Ольга все еще писала ему сообщения в Телеграм. Эта русская женщина посмеивалась над ним, игнорировала его когда он пытался наладить контакт, сочиняла о нем небылицы. Он мог сделать так, что она не сможет не полюбить его.
Ахмеда увлек этот мысленный эксперимент. Он просчитал примерно как следует действовать и в какие моменты. Прочитать сообщения, которые она удалила, он теперь не мог, а последние месяцы он просматривал их крайне редко и почти ничего не помнил, да и не требовалось: достаточно, да и необходимо, наблюдать очень поверхностно: общая картина наиболее важна для результата, а не детали.
 Он понял, что до сих пор, пусть и неосознанно, своими случайными ответами он вел ее к такому исходу. Он разместил пост в Сейфбук:

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Ahmed ****ni
“Ahmed ****ni
18 June at 23:00 ·
Beginning from tonight, I am planning to post videos that I have designed and prepared, which are related to my journey in Japan.
A journey of almost 15 years that cover studies, research, Budo and Koryu..
These future posts will represent a tribute to my professor and to all my masters, mentors and friends who helped me keep up, quite successfully, with my journey.”


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19/06/20
Hello, my silly Ahmed! How are you doing in Algeria? My nice Chaoui is probably going to go to Japan again? I would like to know what is new in his life. But is it important? The environment can be changed but a person may not. The most significant changes, those I want to know, are those that are inside of my Ahmed. He is at the age when his nature should become a bit different again. He will be visited by new ideas, different from the old he has now, other desires and obsessions. I would like to get to know you better, my dear mister Ahmed...don't be scared.

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Hello, Ahmed.
Can you imagine something worse than a crying adult woman? I was watching Departures (Japanese: ;;;;;), a 2008 Japanese drama film directed by Y;jir; Takita. I cannot help crying. So I decided to write this message to stop it. I cannot go tomorrow at work with swollen eyes. I will be forced to apply thick makeup to hide big lids. I would like to know why the film and others like that make me longing so much. Maybe the deaths of my relatives were very destructive for me or maybe I feel my own death at hand. Also, it is familiar to me, the feeling when I’ve lost my way, turned to the thing far away from my dreams and willingness, and desires. The sense when  I am a loser. The sense that I am a betrayer of my family and ancestors, isn't worth the life. That I am not talented in something and shouldn't live. But I live instead of them all despite I was the weakest and unhealthy compared to them all. I haven't attended a cemetery for several years to avoid such thoughts. But maybe the real reason that causes the crying is other... I would like to know which of my rotten nerves the movie touches. I must think about that later in sober thoughts.

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21/06/21
Hello, my sunny Ahmed! If the first part was inspiring, then all the rest of the movie I was waiting for an interesting ending but the director decided to make a sweet final that cannot be true. He had to do it because otherwise, the film would be too similar to real life, too near to common livelihood. I don't like such half-truths. I feel defrauded. My eyes were horribly swollen today morning from tears. Even makeup didn't hide it. I am angry at myself for my unreasonableness. At least I have found a fine composer from the film, new for me, Joe Hisaishi. All new good classical music I usually find from modern movies. Often those composers are from the far East and Arabic region. The modern world is rich with many talented people and incredible opportunities as never was