A letter from July 18th, 2023

Dear Kitaro, Today is a day of fierce battle and comradeship. Fearlessly going forward into danger. You were independent and always wanted to be the leader, yet every moment you lost Marco out of sight you would seek and move to him as fast as you could, providing all the support and aid he needed. It is a feeling that you know, a feeling that drives the anxiousness away in the night and makes you feel strong. A feeling that you recognise to well, but have trouble to recall specific memories with that feeling. Only a few intense memories , mostly the first of “every”, can be clearly remembered. This moment that i am writing this is such a moment, a moment that you should remember, but i doubt you and i could. Your life is going downwards as people vanish and change all around. New ones come where old ones left, only to disappear the same way as their unknowing predecessors did. End can be around the corner and many people you and i know are lost. Ivan, Finn, Mathias , Kai, Jerrel, etc. Then Renzo, owen, milan went in their positions. Within a year Jonique, Pien, Mitchel etc. Came in their place, only to disappear as the rest did as well. And now, only the core is left The most experienced, dedicated and closest ones remain. Tonight you fought along with marco. But Justus and Aaron also remain there for as long time and this mess we are in seems to stretch. It is awfull but we cant get out, or maybe we did at the moment you are reading this. And for the love of god keep and eye on your girlfriend m’kay? If only you could relive this now average, but incredible moment again.