YOU'RE EITHER ON THE BUS OR YOU'RE OFF IT.

So, I’m right in saying that BOTH davidandgillian.net AND duchovny.net are gone from the web, correct?

DOES ANYONE HAVE THIS IN A BETTER QUALITY???  I KNOW I KEEP WRITING IN CAPLOCKS BUT LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS AND ALSO BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOOOORREEEVER FOR IT, EVEN AS JUST AN EXAMPLE TO SHOW PEOPLE!

I am looking for two specific photos of him THAT I KNOW EXIST AND IF YOU HELP ME I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!

They are both of him as a young man.

1. He’s in a black sweater, longish hair, leaning on a chair and looking at the camera -- with those puuurrrtty green eyes~

2. HE’S IN GREEN and he’s... dancing? It’s pretty silly but it’s a great photo.  He’s got these little sunglasses on and it’s adorable.

Mama,

It has been long since I’ve written to you, I know.  Longer than I wished but, mama, I’ve been faced with a decision.   I’ve looked for answers in myself and in God and in what I know to be right and true.  I’ve kept the Bible you gave me and read it in secret at night.  Especially now I seek it’s guidance often.  I know what I must do.

I love you, mama.  I love you, papa.  I do not know when I will be able to write to you again nor do I know if I’ll ever see you again but I needed you to know I love you. I love you.  And where ever I am, I am with God and when I go to heaven, he will take me in his arms.  And we’ll all be together again.

I love you and God bless you.

When I was young, we’d sing when we drank.  Something fun and jovial.  Something that made the fräuleins dance and the men sing along.  “Ein Prosit”, my favorite as a boy -- I could hardly call myself a man back then. Wild and ambitious but not nearly as smart as I am now.  It was why I was happy.

When you spare no time to thought and reflection, when you never once look into the moral mirror of your life and question your choices, it’s easy to be happy.  I was young and handsome and loyal.  I was prided and rewarded.  Each medal was another mark of honor, another example of my exemplary service to the Fatherland and to the Führer.  I thought I would single-handedly make Germany whole once more, fix the darkness that the first war left hanging over us.  Bring my home back to the glory.

All I did was let darkness take control. And now, I see no way to exorcise it. 

What has my Fatherland done?  What of my friends?  My family?  And what of me?  I am no less to blame.  Ich bin genauso verantwortlich... Gott vergib mir...

Gott? God?  He listens to no pleas from me.  The Fatherland rejected him when they rejected religion as a fool’s practice.  My Fräulein, my pretty Fräulein, she keeps God close to her.  I’ve seen the Bible hidden in her room, seen the rosary peaking out from under her collar.  Many people in Germany have not given up on God but he’s given up on us.

I’ve written desperately but since our last meeting, almost 2 years ago, I have heard nothing of my friend with the Swiss painting.  He is gone.  I am sure of it and now there is no hope for me or Amin.  I cannot save him anymore. I am happy to know he is in the arms of  Fräulein Reiter, who loves him as any mother would.  My son is easy to love and of that I had no doubt.  I was not made to love, though, and that breaks my heart.  Let her be his mother and let me drink myself to death singing “Ein Prosit” all over again.

Gott vergib mir. God forgive me.

Hilda Reiter, diary excerpt 

It’s been so long since I’ve written -- not even to mama.  In truth, my mind has been elsewhere and I dare not put my thoughts on paper.  It should be my death warrant.  I’ve had no thoughts of anything else, though so I do not write.

The seasons have turned on us once more and this past year has been... unsettling.  It is hard to find a word because it has also been wonderful in so many ways.  Amin has become the center of my world and I find myself feeling maternal.  The idea of motherhood fits my warmly like a shawl and Amin makes it so.  He’s grow so much since I first arrived; from boy to gentleman.  I realized once I do not know what I would do to be away from him and vowed to never be.

His father, Herr W., has become withdrawn and isolated, even more so then before.  I care not, after that retched dinner with his dearly “friend”.  I have no fondness for my employer.  I admit he had once seemed sympathetic and for that I felt compassion but now I do not and it means little to me should he come down for dinner or observe Amin and I during our tutorings.  I do as I am suppose to and as he expects; I bring him meals, often leaving them at his door and I fetch his mail and wash his clothing.  But that is all I do.  I think he’s noticed but it seems to care little to him.  I am only sad for Amin who does seem to miss his father.

Not as if I have any choice but if I did, I’d still choose to love Amin.  I must love him as he has no one else to.

So, after a  crash, I was obviously on hiatus from TS3.  I recently tried to get my game back and I believe I have enough to get “Ich Bin Deutschland” back up and running.  with perhaps a few aesthetic changes. i saved a lot of cc but not all of it... 

I think I’m going to drop the others but if anyone is interested in my finishing IBD, I’ll do my best to fix it up and finish Hilda’s story :)

Let me know.

Octavia Tugger

Illegitimate daughter of playboy Clint Colby and model Shayna Tugger, Octavia carved her way to stardom during the 1990s as an MTV personality, hosting many of their events and shows. She was even the star of her own MTV special, "Octavia Tugger: Father of the Bride" in which the titular host sought to connect with her estranged father, who was unknown to her through most of her life. It pulled in impressive numbers and is considered one of the station's most successful programs.

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