Two months passed in which he completed all the things he felt were important to him. He'd also done a lot of letter writing and it was only now that he posted one to his ex-girlfriend. For some time now he'd been in two minds whether to write or not. Not because he didn't want to but because he felt that if he wrote it would unearth some unwanted feelings. So, after a solo Friday night drinking binge, he picked up pen and paper to write whatever came to mind, putting down his thoughts and feelings and writing what he knew he should have said to her before he'd left.

He never sent the letter, storing it, instead, at the back of the writing pad. He couldn't throw it away. A letter from his friend on the kibbutz prompted him to write again. His friend had written that: "... I spoke to her briefly last Friday. She thought that you probably wouldn't write. I said, 'Oh yeah. He will.'" He sent her a postcard even though he knew she'd be a little disappointed with it. He'd picked a card from the movie Betty Blue and briefly outlined what he'd been doing with himself. He still wasn't ready to write a full letter until, finally, a couple of weeks later and with the aid of some alcohol started writing. It was a tamed down version of the first letter he'd never posted. It was four full A4 sides long of which he'd enjoyed writing. When, or if, she replied he didn't know if he actually wanted to read it. He'd thought about that before... receiving a letter from her but leaving it unopened.