The chunk 178 The message -917-

One year ago Sarah wrote and launched the book “Le Blob”, but it wasn't sold well then.
Now she had many offers from schools for the sets with the Blob. She found subsidies for the idea she developed.
The bright boxes with the “Kit complet Blob” consisted: “Kit de culture BLOB(Physarum polycephalum) – 2 Scl;rotes, Kit Blob vivant Complet avec GUIDE”. It cost about 30 euros and was popular.
Her book became readable and she received many fine feedbacks from readers on her Safebook. 
"...j'ai d;couvert le "blob" apr;s cette diffusion sur Arte !
Ensuite je me suis jet; sur Youtube pour avaler tout ce que je trouvais sur ce "blob" si extravagant !
Non content de ces vid;os, il me fallait lire votre livre que j'ai fini par trouver en version num;rique.
Et l;...........j'ai d;vor; votre livre, il m'a transport; comme tous les ;crits de Jean-Henri Fabre l'ont fait pour moi autrefois.
Apr;s avoir d;couvert cet unicellulaire extravagant, j'ai d;couvert une chercheuse, une femme, une auteure qui devrait ";crire", car votre plume n'est pas une plume mais une main qui nous entra;ne en balade vers un chemin d';vasion et d;couverte.
Merci.
(comme il n'y a pas de smiley "blob", j'ai mis une fourmi, ;tant passionn; de ces demoiselles)"
"J'ai lu votre livre, il est vraiment super. ;tant ;tudiant ; l'universit; de Pau dans le domaine de la chimie, je prends souvent exemple dans votre livre pour expliquer quelques aspects de la recherche ; mes amis, et les invitant aussi ; le lire. Vous ;tes vraiment super, continuez comme cela"

"Merci beaucoup pour ce message !! C'est tr;s gentil ; vous, je suis touch;e !" replied Sarah.


The message -498-
17/12/2020
Several days ago I left the google Docs document for a while, exactly till 11 January, because I wrote almost 500 messages I promised Ahmed, and there are only two messages I have left to complete the amount to 500. I tried to not think about him for the month which I have left but it is so difficult! I am thinking about him all the time each minute. So, I started writing short stories on Safebook. I downloaded the app again. Each evening till a deep night I write these simple stories with my photos and videos from my travels in Alushta this Summer. I still make many mistakes! I don't know how to help myself in English. But posting helps a bit against Ahmed's attractiveness :)
But today I have no customers and any work...all the photos from the trip are at home, so I am writing to you.
Today I looked at the dry stem I brought from the little lovely meadow in the Summer. It stood in the corner half of the year. I even ceased noticing it. It still has water in the bottle and the stem still is a bit green in the middle, I had hoped that it was alive. The same I felt with you, Ahmed. I think I will have to throw out the dry stem and the bottle after 11 January. And in my house, I will throw out some things I don't need: garbage which I have kept for many years, such as old notebooks, notices, clothes, souvenirs, and old gadgets. Everything will be thrown outside. Because I have to change my mind and force myself to think about something other than Ahmed. I will kill things, I will kill my hair, my possessions. I'll buy or do new things. Because it is unbearable to not know, let me do it voluntarily, about Ahmed, something all the year.
Also, I concluded that in order to forget him I have to live life with him, to run fastly all the way as if I have been living with him for several years. I wanted to try to imagine routine life in his house with his relatives, in my house with my daughter, or in a rented house with only us two. It is funny I tried to do it, to imagine any relationships with the man who didn't tell me a couple of words. I made attempts in imagining sex with him and his tenderness, imagine our breakfasts, and suppers each day, and our conversations, and a lot of other petty things with him. All the experience I would get with him.
And I tried to imagine it all. I discovered it's impossible. People are so unique in the manifestations of human nature that I couldn't say for sure what he is like. Again, deceptive. I know only what he was brave to show us: his best version. About his real image, I can only guess watching him and reading attentively. For example, I got that his smile and politeness were learned, learned in Japan mostly, and by the culture of Algeria. I guess he is the man who appreciates man-friendship higher than love for a woman. He respects the rights of women as human beings but not women. He lost himself between two countries and all his women, and his dreams. I don't think he is gloomy or rude. He is sad. He is sad because he feels he has no real friends nighter a real love due to the circumstances he has. He is alone indeed. All he has are his children and old parents. One will grow soon and the others will pass away one day. He values his liaisons with all other useful people, because he thinks it will come soon that they'll help his relatives. It's mad to refuse such bonds in such a society like Algeria.
It's strange that I guessed so much about Ahmed. His son. I saw him for the first time in a photo on Tiwtter. I wonder if I divined this guy is his son? Maybe not... He wrote under the photo with a group of children that he, Ahmed, was proud of his son. I thought that it was strange. If they lived together, he could say it to his son privately. However, the line was alone on the page: no one parent of any of the children of the group did not write anything like that. I thought the kid, his son, might have felt uncomfortable about it. Ahmed said in his video he didn't see his son for 12 years. Now his son is 20 or about it. So, the year of marriage was about 2000, and the divorce was in around 2009. He mentioned in one of his performances on Safebook that his eldest son can speak Japanese, French, and a little Arabic. So I can conclude he lived with his son and his first wife in Japan. But in 2002 or 2004 I saw Ahmed's hand lying on the girl's hip in the photo which professor Todoroki Takaya placed on the site... Maybe I don't understand something? He was cheating on his wife by keeping superficial relations with a Japanese girl. It's disgusting.
It took so many words to explain the situation as I had seen that. What about I said that he is dangerous for me? The first. I felt at once all I've written about over the lines, fleetingly looking at the first photograph of his when he sent it to me by email then. He is superficial. Appearance is eloquent. The second: I immediately was attracted by his appearance. People are able to recognize their fit partner in a jiffy. Maybe I would love him despite him being disgusting, as if I lived with my former man knowing he had a wife somewhere: but he never cheated on me. As a resume, I don't fit Ahmed, so...I am lucky.
I guessed why he studied in Japan so long: he didn't want to return to Algeria. I guessed he was a single Algerian studying martial arts in Japan so passionately. I guessed his feelings as a multilingual person. I guessed he is a perfectionist and collects all datas from and about his life. Or, maybe, he is playing with me...played.

Рубина, Израиль, платочек, смешение культур и смешивание в немыслимых комбинациях, как было не один раз.