I already told you goodbye, didn't I? I forget these things, you see. You should really keep track of it for me. Maybe I should be nicer. Derrida, he says "one must not chase away but sort out, critique, keep close by, and allow to come back." We did already talk about this earlier: you really can't go back, I do remember that. But maybe you're right and I'm wrong, maybe I should let you go back. Find your own way, if you want to. I can't help much from my town. Bye again forever this time, and I'll see you soon.