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dispute connects

Our DSL is still running. I can not help blogging a bit fast.

Today is our last day in the old house, and I'm terribly excited and anxious and sad. Here everything is so familiar to me. Even in total darkness I find my way in this House know of any sound, knows where the light switches are and know the pitfalls lie retarded shoes.

This all will change.

Yesterday our old neighbor at the fence waiting for me. Actually, we do not talk much with each other. They like to argue, so I'm going as a general rule with a polite nod of the way.

But now they stand it no more. For days she has observed how we have to crate crate out of the house.

"You're moving?", It bursts out of her.

"Only a few streets away," I say and suppress the remark "We do sometimes have nice neighbors."

"And what becomes of the house?", She wants to know.

"There, take another one," I say.

"It's a shame," she says, suddenly looks very small and helpless.

"Oh come," I reply. "They liked us anyway, not so much. Perhaps you are much better with the new neighbors."

"You never know," she replies. "To you I had used to me, anyway."

Then she goes into the house to the events as usual, watching from her window seat.

And it occurs to me that conflict is a solid relationship.

(The photo is the way, originated in Brazil, where "protect" the rich their wealth before the poor Sooo bad is our neighbor relationship but not yet,..))