A treasure chest .. folders from school. Sister found Mom's paper-blogs from the time we were born. Some good jokes and stuff. Knew mine wouldn't be as funny.
Started reading it from the end.
- Found several stories of an entity that inhabited the bedroom. Used to call them "bad hook" or "bad spirit" and for some reason, associated the smell of flesh to them.
- There was also someone else, who "lived near the stove", whom I called Narma.
- I guess there was a friend, whom I called "false bullet" or something. Claimed having discussed a lot of things with them. We even shared a car.
- One morning I had described a dream to Mom, saying: "Now I know how people die in car accidents. I saw it in a dream." Then continued with a description of broken bones, organs and a lot of blood.
- Another blog entry, mentioning someone's death.
- Enjoyed "reading" books, articles.
- Liked cranes, tractors, cars.
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