Donc comme vous (So like you) Volume I: "Something with no wings was born"

Chapter IV "The breeze was warm, not as it wants it"

About six months have passed since my first day as a university student and almost nine months since I started to live by myself and yet this is the first letter that a person from my family, besides my uncle, sends me...mhhh, it is not like I care that much about them either.

This time is my grandmother... wow, I find almost unbelievable that she is alive, I mean a year ago my grandfather died and I didn't know he was dead until my own father's death, I wouldn't be surprised if she was dead by now. Well I don't care about her anyway.

Between the members of my family there aren't that many connections or bonds, it is almost like all of them don't care about anyone but themselves. That's quite... like me, I mean, I like not having to care about other people, but it seems that's not the rule in the ideals of most people, the majority of persons think that family members are bound to have connections with one another and create like a sort of community of people that is always there for all the persons that take part of that community, even If they don't agree with other member's manners, they kind of have to be there to support them for any reason and in any situation they could be in.

Mhhh, I find it weird and cannot get to understand such thing, I mean, one thing is to create a bond with the persons that you agreed to have one, but other thing is to create a bond under pressure or in other word, just because is your obligation to do so... I cannot find any way in which that could be reasonable... well, it is just my opinion, maybe other people see this whole family matter from other point of view and I just don't know about it. I mean, in the end, all of that is part of what they believe, only me seems not to understand such imposition of a rule that has almost no fundamentals, but well, my opinion is the same for all the impositions, the only difference is that I don't impose my reality onto anyone else besides myself.

Now, I better read this letter since I don't have anything else to do in this Friday's night.

It has something written on the cover

"Meeting to discuss about the leftover"

Leftover: the goods that my father left for me before dying

Mhhh, always so friendly this person, do I even have to read this? I almost know that they aren't going to give me the part that is legally mine... it is not like I care about that. I mean, I give a damn nothing about what is legal or what is not, I just live under a mist of ideals that I feel comfortable with and that is how I see the world and my existence... I don't care about this "official" agreements and all those "important" papers, I am not going to read this, for me this is just a paper that has to be recycled because I don't want this planet to die for my fault. /Even though the planet is dying because of my very existence but.../

(Before throwing away the letter without reading it, a paper fell from inside the cover because of a ripped part on the paper. It wasn't the letter itself)

What is this? I don't think it is the letter... a photo? What is this? Who is this person? I don't know who this person is, but she seems quite familiar for me... have I met this person before? I am sure I have.

Mhhh well, I am going to have to read this letter almost obligated by my curiosity for this photo.

"Dear Osric

I want you to come to my house in London to make the process of handing out the goods that your father left. I want this procedure to be over quickly, and I want it to go smoothly so please come. The due date for receiving the goods is the seventh of august. If you don't come you are just going to cause trouble to all the other people and for yourself, troubles that you are going to have to deal with in some way or another. So to make this better for everybody, come.