To my dearest friend "x":

Even though I know you hate me to call you like that is the only name I can say to you, and to think this might be our last chance to talk, even if it's a letter, it gives me some permission to call you that way. I never knew ho you where really, and I know, that if everything go as planed we'll never have the chance to see each other again, so, if we ever see each other, it means there are troubles. I don't want troubles, but I will surely miss you, your company and protection kept me alive in many ways, I wish I could do something more than just say "thank you", so as my last present, I'll give you my personal diary and my last pictures inside this digital memory, I leave in your consideration witch parts are to share to the world or not, but I'll also leave you my password and my username for my blog, please, I beg you, if you ever have the time or get tired of doing the same, if you ever miss me or think about me as a trouble, write the pages of my diary onto my journal on the date I wrote them. I've loose so much, so many friends, I miss "him" so much too, he didn't deserve that...and I think you know it.... and to think I was so naive to believe this was just a business trip.....I've could never imagine what will become of it, surely the nightmares will follow me for the next years and decades, but you are protecting me, I know that, even if I don't see you, you are there, sitting on the rooftop like every night, or at very least I like to imagine that, to being able to finally sleep... And as I said before, to my dear friend (because that's what you are to me), thank you, I will never be able to repay every thing you have ever done, but if you ever need me, you're maybe the only one ho knows where to find me no matter how deep they buried me onto the bureaucracy of a country that's much more like those big enterprises they say to fight than what the public really knows....to think once I was a fool, and now I'm a pawn in a bigger game, a tool to them to do as they please... So that's it, I don't want to prolong this letter too much, since I know you don't like to read, I will miss you, that's all I have to say before leaving to an unknown destination...and if we never meet again, to know you, it was worth it, you are worth it, no matter what, please remember that.

Yours truly.
Kate.

Tonight it was windy, I could smell some terrible rotting thing out on the rooftop, but I supposed it was a dead rat or something, John has being better, but rambling about things I cant' understand since that night....

....I try to talk to him but it's useless, it doesn't even seem the same person anymore, it goes out a lot and leaves me alone here but returns without no food nor water, we are running out of those by the way....that could really be a problem since I really-really don't want to go out....but I'll have to do it if he doesn't bring anything by tomorrow....

....I'm really scare now, sitting in the dark, he is messing and whispering to himself wile reading some documents on a briefcase, the same one ho had the injection....he hasn't said a word on that neither....he doesn't let me check he's temperature nor anything, so I'm just sitting in the dark, alone, afraid, writing this, on a diary I've found among the trash scattered here and there inside this place {my laptop run out of battery, luckily my camera will survive for a few more ...months?}, ...I want to help him, but I really, really don't know how....I don't even know what's going on anymore, but this isn't was supposed to be, that's for sure....

to anyone reading this, I hope to be back on home by the time you find this....

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Strange phonecall...

There are some things on this world I might never understand, and, this entire journey might well be one of them.

John was worst every day, I knew he wast paying attention to his state, so I had to take things on my hands, I knew there where some soldier camps a few blocks away, I haven't got out much, but occasionally saw them carrying medical supply's trough the window, I knew John needed an antibiotic, we needed help, but he refused to ask for it, and told me the soldiers shouldn't know that we where here, but 2 days ago he collapsed, he had fever and wasn't even able to talk, unknowing what to do, I remembered the number on his cellphone (that infamous number he told me to call if I ever got in trouble), I called without knowing what to say, a cold man's voice on the other side made some questions, I inform him about the situation far as I knew, the man did not gave any detail, but at least told me what to do, he told me to look up among johns things for a small briefcase inside a bag, the damn thing had a security lock, but the man on the phone gave me the pass code, inside unlabeled, there was a 3 set serum samples and the proper equipment to apply it, he asked if I knew how to use the equipment, and after my reply he said "that will be all" and gang up without giving me any chance to ask anything...

I applied the shot and by the morning John woke up, I told him everything and he did thank me, but avoided to mention anything else about the entire incident...

Two days after he is like new, it seems like nothing ever happened, we are still here, the situation it's the same, I started to wonder about those soldiers (even some helicopters going over my head) ...what are they doing here?, and why are they sealing the center of the town...?

What could be inside so dangerous to make them do that...?

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How long can we stand for it...?

It's that the only thing I keep on telling to myself...

...how long...

John it's not well, it has fever and I think the wound on his arm it's infecting, we have no antibiotic here, no medicine at all, if he doesn't get to a hospital this could get ugly...I'm trying to explain him this, but it's like he refuses to see the reality, he says "he has work to do" and just turns around...

If anything happens to him I will be trapped in here, I've seeing those military troopers carrying supply's to the trucks...John tells me they mustn't know we are here, that's too dangerous, but how dangerous could it be if the only person ho knows what's going on gets seek, or even dead?, I can't allow that to happen....I simply can't...he is not only my ticket out of here, but he's also my friend...

I nee to get my hands on those antibiotic...

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Doing my best...

Ever since the "incident" whit the guy at the train station (and that infamous picture I had to delete), John has being a mess...he doesn't sleep, he barely eats, he goes out all day and when he comes back it looks like shit (the other day he's arm was bleeding, I guest he must had some sort of accident wile he was outside). I really didn't knew what to do, I wasn't allow to gout out (neither I wanted to), and he wasn't even talking to me... On the other hand, our situation hasn't improved. We are still stuck in here (no info at all), on my side, doing nothing.

I guest if I want to get out of here I need to play my cards carefully, I don't even know where I am (needless to say I have no idea what's going on_), by this point I'm pretty much sure it's something big, illegal, and the company it's involved somehow.
How long does this goes?, I don't know, but the way John reacts every day it makes me think we are also in danger...

Yesterday it was late night, I woke up in the night and John was looking trough the window. There was a big full moon on the perfectly black sky, no stars, no clouds, just the huge moon shinning white. At first I tried to talk to him and he didn't answer me, so I start talking about myself, about my family, my home, and he finally gave me a word or two...then, after a wile, without talking about anything related to "this", he was talking normally again.

It seems he has a brother (and his family it's a complete mess), he said "the doctor said we were just the same, but he was wrong, I'm not like my brother..." (does this means they are twins?)...so, apparently his brother it's not such a nice guy, by some things he said (or was it maybe "the way" he said it), he is also involved in this, and John it's here because of him...talking about John, he hasn't gave me his real name, but he apologize for giving me a fake one...he said it's "better for me" not to know his name or surname (and somehow I believe him), so I'll call him "John", as usual.

Finally at dawn he felt asleep and I closed the window, now I'm writing this. I can't avoid to think about all, it seems I'm here since forever, but it was a little bit more than a month, I wonder when will this end...I can't but feel a little empathy whit John, somehow it seems to be looking out for my safety.

Should I start trusting him a little bit more?

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Things are not going well, John asked me to remove the picture from my post...

He still hasn't told me ho the hell was that guy...

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Bad news

Very bad news, now John it's very angry whit me...

...silly me, it seems his phone saves a record of every out coming message sent...he saw the picture and woke me up in the middle of the night to ask me about that man on the train station...

He's hysteric, like, in panic...

Ho the hell was that guy anyway?

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