Life is like this wretched place I'm in...no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you'll always be bounded, stuck, tied to this place, never finding a way out. The harder you try to wringle out of this bondage, the more painful and tiring it gets, the more you'll want to give up - like quicksand. That harder you try, the more impatient you get, you'll in no time be fighting for your breath, tortured by your own tired body. Your mind becomes slow, your head feels like you've been hit hard from the back, everything will escape from you and you'll find yourself screaming for help, fighting in tears then...nothing.
That's what happened to him...he fought very hard, gave all of himself, doing all he could to change his fate...and then...he stopped. And I could still rememeber those moments, when he was full of hope, full of life, full of laughter, full of charm and spirit, and he lost them all... Nobody really knew what happened, and from one moment a happy and hopeful man, turned into nothing whom people would soon forget.
It was hard to believe that he had just left us all like that, without a word. A young zealous man, who was so full of valor and hope, just lost everything overnight, even his will to live. I could, right now at this very moment as I speak, go back to that minute and still so vividly see his face giving away all he ever had to his fate. Looking into the sun, I realized it's been more than two weeks since, it was the 13th when he left.
Reinhardt...may you find peace...
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