A Letter from a letter to the letter by a letter ...

Running down the stairs whilst putting my watch on, trying to fit my left hand into my left sleeve, which appears to be trickier than one could think and trying extremely hard to fit books and a copybook into my bag and most importantly not to get killed whilst doing all these dangerous mannouveres whilst running like a demented lunatic down the stairs just cause our elevator hit menapause and decided not to work. So among this energy consuming and engagging process i still, hard to believe, i know, was visited by the pestering thought of checking my little shy and damaged mailbox or whatever is left of it.No, wait, i might be lieing there since i left home for the first time,since then, everytime i did come back home, since then i had been iniciated in the beautiful tradition of checking the mailbox for post and not just dully checking it but checking it with the eyes of a child who is expecting to receive a panda bear for Christmas,by the way mom i'm still waiting for that panda and due to the missunderstanding u gave me a toy one ehhhh... oh, well i digress, getting back to the story, i stopped all the chaos i have created around just for a couple of seconds and in perfect stillness i raised on my toes and i peeked into the crack between the wall and the mailbox, i gazed into the darkness of the metal mailbox and i was abssorbed by that momentary darkness,it felt like home,it felt like peace and anxiously my eyes swept the content of the shy metal mailbox. when i started to think that exercise was useless and tedious my eyes accidentally found the thin envelope hidden under the wall of the mailbox leanning towards the crack but trying hard not to fall out from it's home. It joys me to state that the fight of the envelope did not last long and tadaaam i came to its rescue! Getting back to my usual state of creative chaos i snatched the letter from the shy metal mailbox, looked curiously at it though long before i knew who was it from and so i looked at it just to have it confirmed. I did put it carefully in my 'un philosophe...' book which i bought in Paris for 3 euros only and which i planned to read with great enthusiasm ever sine the day i bought it, and then i ran outside to hopefully get on time to the inspiring friday event. In the minibuss i decided to open the letter and when i saw the card i laughed...because the card had an eiffel tower on it...a pretty parisian card which i took out of my parisian book and guess what the card said made in the uk,so did the envelope, the writing said loud and clear written by a bulgarian who probably was an englishman passionate and active in the literal world in the victorian era, i grant you that! So i guess i just wanted to say thank you for the lovely card and yes it amussed me greatly and yes you did ruin my childhood fairytale stories and yes i do regret showing the Freud book to you that day in the library and i miss you crazy person who punches walls and constantly tries to ruin other people's childhood!