Tonight to go to a place in which we celebrate my best friend’s birthday I had to pass in front of the house in which the person who touched me when I was little lives. I talk about that trauma in this post.

It happened in that house. I almost cried, but I didn’t. I will dream about him tonight, I am sure, as I frequently have nightmares about him.

In those nightmares he looks at me and laughs, because he knows I can’t do nothing to put him un jail, as I explained here.

In the last nightmare I had, he wad holding the hands of a small kid. That’s my worst fear, that he can do that again to someone.