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Dear M. I'm so sorry for keeping quiet but I haven't really felt that I've been in control of anything lately, and I have not understood what has been going around me. But now I need to tell you what everybody else already seem to know. But I think I'll try to start it all from the beginning. One month ago, I took a trip to a town outside Berlin where I knew there was a jazz club. I felt that I really wanted to hear some great music and maybe meet some new people. Then a tall blonde man came up to me and asked if he was too tall to ask me for a dance. I guess he had heard me making comments about some people being ridiculously tall. I agreed to dance with him, and found out that he worked as a grief counselor. I got the impression right away that he was a good listener and a good conversationalist. After awhile he told me about his children, and the way he described his kids made me even more interested in him and his family. He told me about Chelsey who often "insites trouble", Ara "the weapons and explosives expert",  Sandy "the quiet one", Jas "really sweet but a pickpocket", Alana (the dressmaker), Kei and Teiji (the last one being the only boy). All of them being orphans that my dance partner had adopted. Oh, I'm so sorry, I have not even said what his name is. His name is Gustov Chesnokov. I told him about Berlin and what I do there, and we had a long and nice dance together. Some days later, he came to Berlin and he brought two of his children and we had a long and hilarious tour around Berlin. A bit later, we met at the Club Eldorado and we danced and danced and talked and talked ... and I guess that is when I fell in love. I don't know when he did it though, but I think I did it then. Shortly after that he moved into a rugged old apartment down the docks - not the best place to bring up children - just above the "Gentlemen's club" as it is euphemistically called. We kept on meeting more or less discrete, but of course the gossip started in Berlin, and last Saturday (the 24th), I was going to a party at Behrenstrasse at Tequila Krovac's and Maegara Hesse's house. Gustov asked me to come over to another place just before the party, which I thought was a bit odd, but I agreed anyway, and when I got there, we went down on one knee and proposed to me. I was so happy but oh so shocked even though I should have seen it coming since he arranged a meeting with my father in Berlin earlier that day. He must have really managed to charm that old sourpuss. Anyway, I said (or stuttered) "Yes" and went to the party and told everybody ... and kind of stole the show. I've had so many congratulations now so that I feel all fuzzy in my red head. I don't know when it will happen and I will need some help with the arrangement - but that is the next step. I am now engaged to be married with Gustov Chesnokov. I so wish that you would have been able to meet him. Love you XXX Rosie