Hubertus, How are you?
You know that my time is over. I guess I can’t get a visa.
Very sorry you couldn’t help me. Very painful when broken your dreams.
It is a pity that you didn’t become my superhero.
But in any case, I’m glad I met you. I think you will have a good life.
It is a pity that I will not be present in your life.
What do you think? Does our further correspondence make sense?
You refused me…You didn’t help me…You don’t trust me…
Or just don’t want to see me…
But I don’t regret anything and wish you happiness.
Today I once again go to the agency. I don’t know if I can return
at least part of my money.
Maybe I can persuade them and they will give me some more time.
I don’t know…
Maybe a miracle will happen and I can find money.
Maybe you change your mind and send me money.
Then I can come to you.
In any case, the choice is yours.
I’m tired of begging and humiliating myself.
I will no longer ask for your money.
I repeat choice is yours!