Seeing strangers

May I never forget what happens when I see a stranger. One time, I used Google maps, and found that little hut on the border of Germany about one foot away from the Oder River, called Anne Frank. When I see strangers in public, I hope to death that I don’t forget what they look like, so that I can see them again sometime. The “demons” want to distract me. When I see someone who I like, and have to abandon them, I feel just like someone who’s been taken away by evil forces.