I don't know if I like to say that history, have a gay soul that said more than 10 times that want kill me, I warn that I revenge of that soul, is that I died murdered. And the gay think that have permission to kill me...
So the end came of the begining, I see in the end a person that I knew in the begining that I didn't told before. He was who offend me. I before got kidnapped I thought that the man return and that one was to kill me. He was my cousin, but he didn't like me. Not from Africa but I don't know he lived in England. Before he kill me he said that I was mullata. I imagine that I had more money, he tried kill me when I was a kid but I run, I was almost sure that he wanted to kill me. So I never see he again, but just in the end. He was racist. Maybe he was son of a cousin of my parents, more far, we just relatives.
We even pose in a picture, when I was 6 years old because, when we meet he change and I. He got transform in a handsome man, and I change also, I never saw he ugly. His eyes were of the same colour of mine. People thought that was so amazing that put me in his arms to take a picture. I was 6 years old and he was 16 years old. We was in a mansion of an in-common relative. When he saw me alone in the garden, he tried to kill me and I came an animal and climb the tree next the house, and got inside the house by the window upper level.
So I died with 50 years old. Was the incarnation that I lived in Russia. So after my husband tried to return, I went to Engkand to see our sons. In the hotel I there was my cousin and a reporter wanted to take a picture of we two together for the newspaper. He looked mad for me and call me mullata, I said that I didn't mind, and I went to the bar of the hotel, to pass the frieghten that I had. That make me sad I didn't wanted to cry. I said that I would depart in that same day, for the man of the newspaper. And turn back to he leave me alone I was really sad. I was there to see the sons, but thinking that someone call me mullata, I didn't want people to see me with them, I wanted to they be considered white. I knew that they had proud of the mother but I wanted best things for them. So I returned just after to Russia, I didn't wanted to passe a long time in England. I after return to Russia I passed to receive letter fraightening me. I have to say that 10 years before I started to felt that I would be murdered. I just thought that nobody have the righ ot kill someone just because the person was a cretin. I was faithful wife, I givek all to my kids, I let they lived alone in England because I thought that they really like all that freedom. Once I said to the newspaper of France, because my husband after some years of the divorce said, that he returned to France, and the people of there were happy because he was having erections, all the country was happy because arrive someone with erection arrived. The country was broxa? At least one was having erections. Imagine that country being rapped, for that guy with erections.