Tell Me About Safe Places

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Good morning...I guess, or whatever...I am not in a very good mood today, so I'll just stay here for a while, whine and feel sorry for myself so that afterwards I'll be able to go on with my life.

So, I am TIRED. I didn't sleep well, actually, I hardly slept. I went to bed at about midnight, after re-reading Sophie Kinsela's "Can You Keep A Secret?" and at 3 o'clock in the morning I woke up startled, with my heart pounding. I am a very light sleeper and every blasted noise wakes me up. Some street thugs, under our window, were quarelling, shouting, killing each other, God knows what else. So I had one of my panic attacks, the ones that just come at you in the middle of the night and I just sat there, hypervantilating and doing breathing exercises until I calmed down a bit. Then I stuffed my ears with ear-plugs and tried to get some sleep...Yes, right...my mind just went over and over the question :"Is there somewhere a safe place, on this damned Earth?"

You know, somewhere where you don't have to be afraid that you'll be killed, mugged, raped, somewhere your kids can be safe and you don't have to lock your front door. Some place where people are nice and youngsters help old people to cross streets instead of pushing them away because they are too slow...Places that hold no secrets, no back-stabbing, only honest people, places witout politics and politicians, rich people and poor people, black and white.

Maybe I should refrase: "Is there a safe place at all on this Earth?" Because if it is, just tell me, and I'll be off...