Last visit to hell and goodbye to the blog. Sometimes the stories are not always the end of those who call for an end. In my case I had something outstanding, something I wanted to do to say, well now I'm at peace and the ghosts are more than saved in the vacuum bag raising more than dust. Comfortable but my buttocks were more than happy to let the moment pass. Well, I imagined that you will wonder he had to do or had thought that left him "for a better day." Well if you look at the entry "The last time" you will see, but do not make you that ye mint mecca I've put it here: " Earlier day a friend commented that there was one thing I wanted to do in life, we all have an illusion, something we should do in this life, while I discovered I was surprised to hear that my dream, what I would do in this life before all pass, before he died, it was the ideas he had in mind, such as visiting one day the city of Rome, or contemplate the Alps, but to see my old high school last time (this idea not said aloud, but the I). Enter through the front door and see if it continues as I remember or have changed, if these faces of teachers that includes so many times. Some will extrañareis why I comment, usually when someone has actually gone wrong somewhere, the last thing you would do is return the place. I also thought that, but it and discovered that you really can not feel at peace, until it returns to the place where so many times I have been humiliated and assaulted, and to feel that with this act, perhaps one may feel you've been finally not just one more page, but the last page of a chapter in your life (this blog, I feel like eventually to have my experiences, to tell you of all that, the chapter is almost closed), in my case the most bitterness of my life. " Well I was leaving side. Why? Well, it's a good question. I was leaving for a thousand and one excuses and also because I had thought that when I did that would be the last chapter of bullying. And in my heart I had the thought that it would also be the last blog entry. Why? Well, I thought it would be best to end snap entries. I thought that if I did what I was considering both the brain would not hold my restless mind and make the entry, which would force me to be consistent and finish with the blog. But I clung to the idea that I had not even told you everything and that could help someone with a blog. I started the year with the intention to continue with the blog. But today will be the last blog entry. Why I've changed my mind? For the "guilt" among many quotes I have had my future employment and a conversation I had. Within national and less I start to Curran. A curro like everyone, takes away time for other things, for me to write. The blog would be reduced no high posts published, perhaps as much a month and not devote all the time it deserves. And it would not be fair to the blog or for the reasons that made me create it. As for the conversation you can say it was more than revealing and inspiring. Very positive. And helped me decide to take the step of going on a visit to my old school. So thank you very much to that person. Well One afternoon I took the car and prepared to nurse. It was afternoon and hardly knew the visit would not see the walls of the institute. When you reach the roundabout known saw one change of school, an area for parking, but with a barrerite. Once parked the car I went to the building entrance. Expected to be closed. I thought maybe I could jump the fence. But when you reach the height of the door I saw the door of the gate was open. Seemed to call for it to enter. Transferred the entrance. I find it strange not appear before the porch of the institute. It was like going back to a routine that long ago that did not. And come to the door, which was open. And between. Say What? Well, a strange feeling is housed inside my veins and my muscles. A strange feeling as I had to be stopped in time, like a long afternoon while I looked through the eyes of someone who sees something and very remote. I shall not say he had changed and not within the institute or at least what I saw of him. Little had changed inside. But if anything had changed inside. Yo. It was the sameness kid who had gone out of that place last time. It was that boy abused by his peers. The vigilant eyes looking all around him, was no longer a kid, no. It was the eyes of an adult. My eyes. Suddenly in my vision I saw a man wizened face. The concierge. The same custodian of my student days. The man looked at me with accusing eyes and wonder what I was doing there. I replied something like I was visiting an old friend and I leave before the man asked me what was that nonsense. And so visit the place where I lived so much suffering and fear. And I felt that action as I have traveled a great peace. I feel and not a closed site, but a chapter of my life. I am in Peace, peace seems to dream and I succeeded. And with that I close this chapter blog. The blog will be here for the remains of the remains of the centuries. For my testimony will serve to guide someone in this ordeal that school is hell. For those who have not been harassed the blog is to remind them that bullying exists. And for my "MUSOs" my faithful commenter and my physio Boirix favorite thanks for giving me your opinions on the blog, for having suggested such title or such entry. Thank you very much for being not a great people, but the following. For verily I printed a selection of the best blog entries. A salute to @ s from Feanor or what is the same: a happy man.
