Letters to Juliet

Chaper 6

Well here I am at Juliet's house. It's incredible, I love it. Walking past the sign 'casa di giuletta' I enter the ally leading up to the famous balcony and statue. It's beautiful. I love the busyness of all the tourists in awe of the famous landmark. But as I step further towards the balcony I realise that there are women crying and writing on note lets. What's going on? On top of the balcony is this lady holding out her hands and speaking in a foreign language, again she is sobbing just like the others? Underneath the terrace is a brick wall plastered with the note lets. What are they writing about? I scan a few and I see that they are all addressed to Juliet even if they are a mixture of dialects. 

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I am now sitting on one of the stone seats,with notebook in hand, staring up at the magnificent architecture. All the tourists have left now and it's just me. Sitting on my own in juliets courtyard. I like the peace, it's probably because i never really get any. Not with Victors constant chat. I carry my notebook everywhere. It's blue with a red, elasticated band stretched around the middle. It makes me feel real when I have it with me as I know that someday that the pages will be filled with interesting information that the whole world will read. But now that's just not possible. I know this is the reality, but I wish it wasn't. However I'm not the kind of person who lets grief and worries get to them and clench them so they have no way out of the terror, I take it as a part of life that everyone has to experience anyway. You can't stop anything from happening to you, as there is no defence. But you at least have to try and stop it from hitting you. But when it does hit you, it really hurts. Why am I thinking about this, I'll lose the fight if I'm not careful.
A middle aged women has come into the courtyard and I focus on her to distract me from my thoughts. She carries a thin wicker basket and starts to carefully detach the letters that the heartbroken left earlier and place them in the basket. What is she doing! She can't just come and pull them off! Those are people's lives, their dreams she can't just grab them. Any decent person would leave them there until... Well I don't know what, but to take them! That's unfair. I am in my right mind to go and give her a piece of my own.