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We choose tough subjects for discussions. Perhaps, this friendship would not last face-to-face, as many of our values and interests diverge.

Wise Friend,

You smashed me! Let alone, that it would be even possible to have such dialogues because of millions of reasons!

What’s there to surprise?

Please tell me precisely what “heavy” subjects of mine infuriate you, so I try to avoid them.

Renouncing the dialogue doesn’t seem probable from my end, even if spells of silence would follow, mainly depending on you (though not only).

Sensitive Friend,

What can I say? One thing is sure. I like this country though my stay here might be shorter than I would want to.

I lived in four countries for long periods of time, each. Many define one of them as the happy country. I found that a misnomer. Too many of people there drink a lot, much too much. They lack a joie de vivre I see here. I’m not talking about my close friends. Would find here within this vast country too many people who never read a serious book, never heard a classical music performance, unless when watching a movie? Yes, indeed.

On the other hand, I cherish the concert halls, the museums, the incredible variety of discussions on so many radio stations. I also meeting local people, just finding out about their life. I have a lot in common with them, and sometimes I feel as if I have nothing in common with them. Right now I lived in an odd confused state, mixed with a bit of madness and a lot of serenity. I might fear it’s temporary; I push that fear away as it gives me no help or support.

I’m in contact with people from everywhere. Something strange happens with my heart. I like others more and more, and I feel as I care for many. This is even though I would be reluctant to spend endless time with most of them. I find myself, thinking about what issues I can raise with each person and what can I share intimately about those subjects, but not about anything else. This is a selective friendship intimacy, Two subjects with one friend, three different ones with another.

I can’t be alone going through life like this, am I? When I say goodbye, I miss each person straight away. An odd state of mind.

Certainly, many others leave me cold or lost my trust (do they care?).

What were we talking about?

Wise Friend,

Are you tabulating friends and intimate conversations? If yes, I think you might be alone, doing that.

Sensitive Freind,

I sensed you’d answer this way. Maybe because I migrated so many times, and then moved back, I ended up with this tabulation, as you call it.