Yesterday I gave Niki the keys to my house. Over lunch. Out of the blue. The sun was shining, after spring rain. And it seemed an appropriate time, a fitting moment. They had been sitting in my trouser pocket for a few days, waiting for the right point in time ... It´s because I want her to know I love her very much and would like her to feel she doesn´t need keys to enter into my home and my heart. They´re open...Today we had photos made for the visa application... Isn´t it awful that you´re not allowed to wear glasses, or smile, raise your eyebrows, tell a joke, or look happy, or do anything else on these photos but look like a convict ...?
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