Dear Martin,
I am in a white tower tonight. A lonely big room. Nobody is able to hurt me at the moment. There is no ogre. Every room in the white tower is really kind to me. I can’t stand being on real streets anymore tonight. I discovered this secret tower while I was walking along the dark road. This is the night I’ve had blues again. I thought it may be better for me to pass the night here safe. Far away from honks, loud voices, rush. I am available to live on my own tonight. There are great short stories lying on the wood floor and very long poems going upstairs in the white tower to pass the night tonight. Every basic need to survive in life is nearby me. I have very long hair tonight. If you wonder the stories in the white tower, you might come over tonight. I won’t be here tomorrow. This is the only time I will be reading the story of the white tower. Tomorrow? Who knows? This is the plan only for tonight. No more stories belong to the white tower will be living with me again. This is a kind and friendly invitation to make you dream the white tower stories. Coming or not… I have very very long hair tonight. We will not need perfect translations of human behaviour to get along as we have known each other for centuries. Everything will be easy. I promise, the white tower is confident. As you, as me, as years… As blues walking around empty streets in decades which we had been two children many years ago. I need your frankly friendship tonight. I have always wanted to wander around in a secret story which the plot was written by two writers at the same night with blues as dreamy as we have missed everything we missed in years. Time is never the same time. This white tower is foggy enough to make us invisible in a story to be two main characters who will be unknown forever. I have very very long hair tonight.