after you write me how you cannot feel compassion for me after 10 years of horribly disabling illness because you are used to cripples who dance and blind people who teach at university and start a family, I just wish you with all my heart with all my deepest powers to become disabled yourself and see for yourself how much you can ignore it and not put it at the center of your life. And you should pray that I don't show to you the same compassion that you showed to me. You never came visit for five years, least of all helping me in any other way, and the moment I tell you that I am better you move to my place for three weeks to have your holidays. It is time that I stop talking with you, unless you apologize for what you write, for everything.