I now spend hours sitting on my chair next to the window, watching the world go by outside. Sometimes I open the window and the cold autumn air will come wafting in. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Somehow, it doesn’t seem real to me anymore, that world. I feel detached from it. Isolated. I don’t even bother to keep track of the news. I don
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http://www.mja.com.au/public/guides/cfs/cfs2.html (some detailed info)
http://www.alfredblasi.net/eng/INDEX.HTM (seems some personal story)
Are you going back to Salzburg when you leave Boston?
Stay strong.
*HUGS*
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