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I have recovered fully. The memory of the past contains dark pain but it contains
the memory of my friend who cried seeing me in pain. Let me tell you how we became friends.
Sam was rebuilding an engine for His Alfa Romeo. I helped him remove
The engine without any lifting gears. The crankshaft needed grinding to
Correct size and shells purchased to fit that size. It needed a micrometre
to measure the crankshaft diameter. I measured it with my micrometre and
after looking in the book advised him the size of the new diameter to be ground
and suitable-sized shells for that. He wanted to pay for my help.
He was my neighbour and car was my hobby. I did not take any money.
He repaid it with his friendship. We became very close friends. He saw
the documentary BBC made on My Work on Music and Musicology.
He watched it during the broadcast and cried. Now he is no more
in physical form but will live on in my heart and in my memory.
He was my best friend.
Love and peace,
Kris~Dreamweaver
