Sometimes I get so sad. Not that I would cry, I get heavy in my soul, terribly tired without being able to sleep it off.
There is this wonderfull old lady living in Portugal, she is far over 80 now. I visit her everytime I go there. She lived in Afica, in Angola, married to a german man there and they had to leave after a revolution and settled in her homeland, Portugal. She had a disabled son there, in Africa, and as there was no school or institution for him, she had to go with him and leave him in Europe. Some years later she got a letter from a friend that he didn´t have a good life, so she went again to find another place for him and had to leave him there too. I think he is autistic though he was never diagnosed. Now they live near each other and he stays long times with her, he around sixty by now. She has told me her story more than once and everytime her eyes fill with tears, still, after all these years, after all her life.