I lost the way. At the beginning this blog was to gather my ideas to write a book. But a writer need to have a over view of everything and suddenly I was inside of everything. It was nice cause I wrote a lot of things about me without to tell what was happening. Now I just write about music or news. Mainly cause some of them was so shoking that I had to write about.

For example, about the earthquake in Pakistan. I was talking with someone in msn when he said. "I had to get out. The earth is starting shaking and everybody is getting out." I guess I was one of the first person in the world to know about the earthquake there. And my friend Hamad lost everything. His family had to keep moving till find a place to live.

Later I started with another blog cause I couldnt write here. Some bugs of beta version I guess. So I created Madmaktub II. But there I didnt feel like writing about me. So I wrote about news or any other thing that could sound interesting for me... till the airplane accident in Brazil and the little boy hanged outside the car. I stopped to write for sometime.

Now this about Isabela Nardoni, the little girl of just 5 years old. Her father and her stepmother are in jail now cause the Justice understood that since the time that her father turned off the car (it was registered in GPS) till the first call to the police to ask for help it has passed just 13 minutes. They think that it is not time enough to someone get into a house (locked), do all that with the child and get out locking the door again. And no other digitals were found inside the apartment or any other hint that could show that someone else was there at that day.

The newspaper is full of violence against inocent people. Like that man in Austria, and even in any part of the world. Silent inocent people who are too much young to complain.

And we live our lives and the other lives too when we read the news. Some people dont mind at all. They just think "thanks God is it not with me!". And while this everything is dieing. Since the most simple thing till the most important ones. There is not respect for anything or each other: for the other's lives or other's feelings. This life is just an illusion and if I had notice that before I would never have had kids.

Im bitter. I have a stick in my heart, I dont see any sense in this life and I dont believe in humans. Im tired to play this game.