...Sometimes I think about him, during the winther. When it is cold, when it snowing, I'll sit by myself in the corner of the classroom, looking outside at the schoolyard... and I'll just imagine what he might be doing, while the teacher is talking about quantum physics. I am not paying attention at all. I know that I should. I met him the very first time when I was seven. My parents and I was visiting my grand pops place during that summer. It was my first summerholiday ever, since I'd just started in kindergarden the year before. One day I....