Tuesday,January 22nd.It had been a rather ordinary day for me; so ordinary that I don't remember anything about it now.It was,then,another day "struggling" with the problems of my job,posting some funny jokes or making my friends of the Spanish channel " feel angry" with me...; nothing important,nothing to remark,just one day that wasn't going to pass to my life's story in capital letters,nor probably was going either in the world's.
By night,I hadn't been active in the forum for a while,busy with another questions on-line and I was at the point of going to bed,because it was very late.Suddenly,a kind of impulse made me enter on my email and in the cover of Hotmail I found the news that changed this ordinary and almost boring day in a shock that makes you think that's not true,that you're crazy or drunk or sleeping...I went to this forum only to know for sure that all was true,painfully true;I remember writing a post in which I told you:-"Tell me that's a lie,a bad joke or a worst taste fun;that here in Spain the news arrive bad and late and we don't know the reality...".Nobody told me I was in an error.I was right,and for the first time in my life I was not happy to be so.
I didn't want to say anything to my Spanish channel fellows,because they seemed not to be on-line and,moreover,why should I tell them?It was better to let them rest easily and well.When I went to bed ,my partner was half-slept,so I didn't tell her anything because,moreover,she liked the movie and Heath's acting,but she's not a Brokie-difficult to understand if you're not...-.I couldn't sleep well and when I got it,I suddenly awoke thinking on him all the time.In the morning,after arriving at the office,I found my coworker Brokie,who didn't know anything and once again I became the bad news messenger.After saying it the best I could,we began to look for news as soon as we could,as if both of us wanted to be sure of the reality.
Then,my fellow begun to cry;I felt shocked,because I'd never seen him crying in this way.He's a good humoured boy,with a bit of sarcasm,just like me,and lots of fun;and then he was in front of me bursting into tears by saying:"Pobre noi,pobre noi¡"(Poor boy,in Catalan).
Our coworkers asked us what's going on;-"A friend of us has gone"- we answered in unison.It's almost magic to see how misfortunes make persons closer and more comprehensive,at a point you never think it could be...Our mates told us,simply,to let work in order to attend "our friend's burial",just this;they made our part of job and we shouldn't worry for anything else than grieving our friend.Is it just nice?.So,I came back home-I must say that sometimes I work at home also-trying to do some work because I felt guilty for my mates;but I spent more time,I must confess,looking for news,posting here,relieving and being relieved for other Brokies...
The next day,at office our coworkers asked us for the burial,and suddenly my fellow bursted:-"He wasn't a friend of us we know personally; he was Heath Ledger,from BBM.What's going on?.We feel as he was so¡I don't mind to say it¡".I told him to shut up,but he continued:-"Why must we hide it as if we're freakies?I'm getting ride of it,that people think I'm gay-he´s "rather" straight-or crazy¡...".And once again the solidarity:-"We've imagined it.It doesn't matter.We have this for you both". And they gave us a BBM poster,enormous,pretty,with Ennis and Jack gorgeous,riding on their horses...Oh,my¡ I began to sobbing by telling I couldn't accept it,not then;my fellow put it on his table and someone put also some flowers in front of the picture,just like an altar...I found this sad,but so,so beautiful indeed.

Well,the rest is story.I know all this I've told you seems like a nonsense or a cheap novel,but I needed to tell it just today.Because a month ago my fellow Josep Lluís and me lost a friend whom we believed we could´nt name so before other persons.
