[WP] While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it?

Dear Katharina,

It's been a long time.

Sometimes I still think of you. I imagine who you are now, what you look like. What you are doing and what your life is like right now.

I found it funny how you spoke the first weeks in school. Today I feel kinda bad about that. It must've been hard for you. I still don't know why you came to our country back in 3rd grade but I'm glad I had the chance to know you and help you learning the new language. A few years ago I read an article about you, it said you had finished school as the best of your year. I am very proud of you, Katharina. I knew you could do it.

The first time I was at your house was strange for me. I never visited a russian family before and everything seemed to be from another planet. I loved that waterfall painting above your mothers bed with the sound effects and the light making it look like the water was falling from above. I often think of us playing that really bad version of GTA on your old PC. And every time we started watching the same film and every time I had to go before it ended. I know it was your favourite film but today I think it was the only one in your house which wasn't russian and so the only one we both would understand. Since today it makes me think of you sitting next to me laughing at adult jokes.

I often remember you sitting on the back of my pony Lizzy when I'm at my grandparents. We gave her to the ranch in the next village hoping she would have some kids over there who care for her. I loved being with the horses having you around. You remember how I tried to teach you riding a horse? As I wanted to visit Lizzy last year they told me they sold her and that I was a day late to see her a last time. I wish I have had some time to say goodbye.

Last time I visited my parents I found that old book every friend from school used to write in. I searched for your page and you wrote your favourite songs where the ones we learned at school. Songs with titles like "When jesus comes around". I laughed out so loud my mother asked if everything was okay, followed by a drowning sadness. I don't know you anymore.

That day you needed to leave was hard for me. I still remember how we said goodbye in the middle of the road, crying like we should die. My mother got angry with me for being so childish and crying all day and so I came over it.

I know this bottle will never reach you but I wanted to tell you: I miss you, Katharina. I still miss you and I still think of you. I don't know where you are but I am still here, hoping for you to come back. You were one of the best friends I ever had, even if it was just for 2 years and even if I can't remember most things that happend back then.

I hope you are happy, have friends and your family around. I hope you do what you love and love what you do. And sometimes I hope you think of me too.

Yours, _souris

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