Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:07:22 +0200
From: hadjo <hadjo@hadjo.nl>
Subject: Harry-24

English is not my native language, so please have some consideration...


Chapter 23 ended with:

"This one dad! I want this one on their grave."

A man approached us and we ordered the stone with a nice text and their
names chiseled into it. I was really shocked by the price of the stone but
decided not to deliberate. My boy's happiness was worth a multiplicity of
that sum!

The stone would be delivered within two weeks and with very happy smiles on
our faces we both went home. It was a wonderful day!


Chapter 24.

We both were silent on the way home. Little Harry casually leaned back in
his chair, deeply into his thoughts with a frown on his forehead, and even
didn't bother to tune the radio. I could feel he was breeding on something
and I decided to give him all the space he needed. Soon we were home and I
parked the van on the driveway in his usual place. I opened the front door
and Harry went straight to the living room where he sat down on the couch,
impatiently waiting for me.

The moment I sat down he climbed onto my lap with a deep sigh.

"Why dad? Why did they kill them?"

I shuddered. This was the question I had dreaded from the moment we went to
the graveyard.

"I don't know son. I really don't have the answer..."

He looked into my eyes and I could feel his love pour into me.

"Fortunately I still have you..."

The bell rang and Harry went to the door. He came back with a rejected
looking John following him.

"Hi dad, where were you all morning? Davey was here, and Nicky, and the
neighbor girls wanted to use our swimming pool..."

"Dad and I went to the graveyard where my parents are buried, but at first
we couldn't find them. After searching all stones we sat down with our
backs against an old tree and the sacristan of the church approached us. He
looked for us in a big book and suddenly I found them myself! They were
buried next to the tree where we sat down. After that we went to a grave
stone maker and he will chisel my parent's names in a big marble stone and
after two weeks he is going to place that stone on their grave."

"Wow, that was quite an adventure! Did you choose that marble stone
yourself?"

"Of course silly, because they are MY parents!"

They both sat down on the couch and leaned against me. Suddenly John looked
at me with intrusive eyes.

"Why dad? Why did they kill Harry's parents?"

Again little Harry frowned and looked into the distance.

"I think we are born under a curse. They always hate gypsies. Perhaps it is
because they don't understand us, or they think we are different from other
people, and they are afraid of the unknown. It's the same thing with a
snake or with a spider. They don't need to know whether he is poisonous or
not, they just kill him..."

He shuddered and leaned into me even further, seeking for protection.

"I don't want to be killed because I'm a gypsy... sometimes I am afraid of
going back to my people with all those police raids and the name calling. I
want to live in peace, and why can't they just leave us alone?"

John slightly nodded and I didn't have any answer. This was the big
question. Why don't people leave others alone?

For a long time we sat on the couch, thinking and absently cuddling each
other, until little Harry's stomach made a rumbling sound. We laughed and
went to the kitchen where the boys started to make sandwiches a la Harry
Gypsy filled with a mixture of cooked eggs, tomatoes, vegetables and a lot
of herbs. Soon we were stuffed and washed everything away with a lot of
orange juice and coffee. We cleared the kitchen table and the boys decided
to go outside for a while. Again little Harry didn't bother to put his mask
on, he just grabbed his skateboard and followed John to the door after a
quick kiss.

Soon I heard them frolicking outside, accompanied by the others of our
expanding club. Now and then one of the boys entered the house for a leak
and a fast cuddle, until it was time for them to go home and again little
Harry and I were together. Tired and content we went to bed.


The remainder of the week passed by rather uneventful and the day
approached when Harry had to go to the clinic for his major surgery. We
decided only Harry and I would go together to the clinic and I would spend
there the first night with him. After his surgery he would be sedated for
about a week to avoid the pain and I would go home, but the minute he woke
up I would be there for him and again spend a few days in the clinic.

That evening he was very nervous and he couldn't sit quiet for a
moment. Again and again he went after his belongings we had packed into a
big trunk, he hopped onto my lap, he hopped off and went outside to look
after his herbs garden, he went into his own room to check he really hadn't
forgotten anything important, again he checked the trunk, again he hopped
onto my lap, until at last it was time to go to bed.

"I am too nervous dad, I don't want to be a nuisance but I just can't help
it."

"I know son, and it's ok with me. Just be yourself and it's quite normal
you are nervous today. Tomorrow is the big day and within three weeks you
will be back home with a new face and a healed body."

"I know dad and I am really glad with everything, but it's just the
tension. I think I'm too young to control myself..."

I laughed and ruffled his hair, lifting him from the ground and putting him
onto my shoulders. Together we ascended the stairs and went under the
shower. We washed each other and went to bed, little Harry curled up in my
arms with his nose in my left armpit and his left arm around my waist,
trying to disappear into me. I just held him and tried to send him as much
love as I could. Slowly we both drifted off.

The alarm clock woke us up early in the morning and we showered and dressed
together, now both of us being nervous. I took him onto my shoulders to the
kitchen where he created one of his wonderful breakfast recipes for the
last time with his old face. John came by to wish little Harry all the best
and when we went to our golden van Nicky and Davey both waited outside for
us with big smiles on their faces and carrying a box full of small presents
from everybody including BJ.

Little Harry thanked them with tears in his eyes and promised to write them
as soon as he was able after the operations. After saying goodbye I started
the motor and we drove off, escorted by everybody to the end of the street
where even Jason and Carl suddenly showed up.

With a sigh Harry closed his eyes and after a few minutes he was asleep,
leaving me alone with my thoughts. Now and then I looked at my little soul
mate and every time I saw him my heart jumped with joy. I so hoped
everything would work out for the best and my boy would get a natural
looking face...

Suddenly I felt Jack around and I could feel his love and his gratitude. I
heard his voice somewhere in my head:

"Don't worry, I put him asleep to calm him down. You did spend everything
you have on him and both of you will be royally rewarded. I will be there
with a couple of my friends and we will do everything we can to help your
and our little soul mate, brother, son and best friend. God bless you my
brother."

Furtively I dried my eyes and thanked Jack in my mind, but he was already
gone. Or did I make this up myself? I wasn't sure...

After two hours of driving we entered the town and little Harry opened his
eyes. He yawned and stretched himself out with a big smile on his face.

"Jack told me not to worry dad, he will be with me during my operations and
help me, together with a couple of his spirit friends."

I smiled at him and parked the car. Together we went to the clinic where we
were greeted by the same 'face doctor' that examined Harry the first time.

"You can use one of the small carts over there to get your belongings out
of the car. One of the nurses will wait for you at the entrance and show
you your room. After that I advice you to go to the restaurant and have
something substantial to eat, for that's the last time our friend over here
is allowed to eat before his surgery tomorrow."

We took a cart with us and unloaded Harry's trunk, my traveling bag and the
box with presents from the boys. A nurse took us with her to a cozy room
with a beautiful view on the park and I helped my now very nervous son to
unpack his belongings into a cabinet. I put my bag under one of the beds
and we went to the small restaurant.

Little Harry studied the menu card for a long time with a frown on his
forehead.

"Don't they have any gypsy food dad? I can't find any..."

"I don't think so son. Gypsies are not very known in this country."

"That's a shame, for today I would like to taste home. I tried to remember
and I even tried to fetch the home taste with my herbs, but something lacks
and I don't know what. The thing that came nearest was that Chinese green
snot and I don't know what they made that of. That's why I liked that so
much..."

Suddenly he got tears in his eyes and he shivered.

"I am afraid dad. I know there's nothing to be afraid of and everything
will go well, but I can't help it. It's like I am going to die and I don't
want to die yet. Can we go home please? I don't want to be operated, I want
to be like any other normal boy and play outside with my friends. I am so
scared..."

"Come here son! Sit on my lap and listen."

Hesitantly my little scared boy approached me and I took him into my
arms. He shuddered and started to sob. I caressed his back and offered him
my handkerchief.

"Everybody has things in his life he doesn't like, and there are two sorts
of things. There are the things we can change, and there are the things we
can't change. The things you can change are those things where you have a
choice. The things you can't change are those things you just have to
accept.

I know it's difficult, but you have to accept the fact that you are who you
are. That's making you to an unique you. You can't change that, you only
can better that. And the best thing to better you for this moment is to do
something about your appearance. That's why we are here today. Does that
make sense?"

"You always make me feel good dad, I love you! And I know you are right, I
have to do this to be there for my folks with a normal looking
face. Sometimes I forget that and then I am just a very scared little
boy. I would like to taste that roasted beef with mixed vegetables today."

We ordered one plate for both of us and we pretended it tasted like the
gypsy food little Harry loved most: wild rabbit roasted above an open
fire. After a while he started to beam again and he hopped off my lap to
his own chair.

"Now I am myself again dad, thank you for explaining to me I can't change
what I am. I only can better myself and that's what I am going to do. After
my operation I am going to study to prepare myself for my task. I want to
be a lawyer to be able to help my folks. Will you help me?"

I just looked at him and ruffled his hair. He looked at me with a lot of
love and trust in his eyes. Again we understood each other without
words. In silence we finished our meal and we ordered two ice sorbets,
followed by hot chocolate milk for him and coffee for me. Stuffed we went
to the park and filled the time with walking around and talking about
nothing special until it was our time to go back to the clinic.

The same nurse took us with her to Harry's room where he had to undress for
his last checkup. She draw some blood and measured his blood pressure. The
face doctor came by and again carefully looked him over.

"You know what we are going to do? We cultivated your skin and we are going
to use that to cover all scars and wild flesh with new skin. After that we
will keep you asleep for about a week so you can heal properly without
feeling any pain. We will wake you up while your father is with you and you
probably will feel a little bit drowsy. At first your face will look very
puffy and bruised, but within two weeks the bruises will be gone and your
new face will start to heal. Within two months you will be a newly born
boy. Tonight we will give you a sedative to sleep well and tomorrow early
in the morning we will start to completely rebuild your appearance. Do you
have any questions?"

"Is my father with me during the operation? I want him to stay with me for
I am too scared..."

"Your father will stay at your side the whole time you are conscious. While
you are asleep he will go home and he will return after a week before you
wake up, so you will think he never was away. Three weeks after the
operation you will go home and after two months you will look like every
other boy of your age."

"OK, what are we going to do now?"

"First we will take a lot of pictures from your body and again we will put
you through the scanner. After that you will have to shower very thoroughly
and the nurse will help you to put some disinfectants on. We will give you
a sedative that's making you sleepy so you can go to bed early this
evening. Your father will stay with you."

Harry nodded and the nurse took us with her. The rest of the afternoon we
were busy taking photographs from his scars, measuring everything, putting
him through the MRI scanner, listening to his breast and to his heart. The
nurse gave him a blue pill with some water and told him not to eat or drink
again until after the operation. Together we put him under the shower and
we washed him very thoroughly while he started to yawn. She rubbed some
disinfectant all over his body and we put him into his bed. He smiled at
us, threw his arms around my neck, and was gone before he could say
anything. I kissed him and silently we left the room.

I went to the restaurant to order something to eat, but I wasn't really
hungry. Tomorrow would be the big day! I went outside and walked for a long
time through the small park, thinking about my life and about all things
that had happened. After a couple of hours I went back to our room and
looked at my son with his so distorted face for a long time. This would be
the last time I saw his old face. He looked so peaceful, softly snoring and
with a happy smile across his shriveled lips.

I slowly undressed and went into the other bed, afraid to wake him up. Ten
minutes later I was asleep.

I woke up looking into a pair of very sleepy deep blue eyes hovering above
me.

"Hi dad, I couldn't sleep any longer but I am still very groggy..."

I took him into my arms and together we drifted off again until a knock on
the door woke us up.

"May I come in please?"

"Just a moment until at least I am decent..."

I put on some clothes and the nurse entered the room, smiling at little
Harry who had prudishly covered himself with the blankets.

"Hi sleepyhead, are you coming with me? Today we will model you into a
completely new boy."

She wrapped Harry into a green gown and together we went to the operation
room where a couple of doctors and assistants waited for us.

"Hello my friend! Today is your day. Please will lie down onto this
stretcher."

Harry laid down, still yawning, and a nurse put a small cap around his
mouth and nose. He sighed a few times and was gone. I looked at him for the
last time and left the room, hoping everything would go well. For a whole
week I could do nothing but wait. Now it was up to our 'face doctors'...

Slowly I went to Harry's room to get my traveling bag. I got a piece of
paper out of my bag and drew a big smiley around the words 'I love you'. I
pinned it on the opposite wall where he easily could see it in case he
should woke up early. With tears in my eyes I went to our golden van to go
home.

Two hours later I parked the van on our driveway and I went straight to the
answering machine, but fortunately nobody had phoned so everything was
well. I phoned the clinic where the receptionist asked me to wait for a
moment. After two minutes she told me everything around Harry went
extremely well and there were no complications. One surgeon was busy
modeling his new nose while another surgeon freed his ribs from all wild
flesh. She would call me back as soon as there was more news to mention.

The doorbell rang and John, Davey and Nicky stormed into the room. All
three threw their arms around me.

"How's Harry's face ? Is he already operated? Do you have any news?"

I calmed them down and told them everything that happened so far. With
happy faces they tried to suffocate me until I asked:

"I didn't eat this morning and now I am really hungry. Who will get me
something to eat?"

John and Davey disappeared into the kitchen while Nicky climbed onto my
lap.

"I hope Harry will soon be home for I already miss him. He is my best
friend and I made a special package for him in our presents box. I hope he
will like it."

I ruffled his hair and suddenly he gave me a very wet kiss.

"I love you pop! You are the best pop in the whole world."

John and Davey returned from the kitchen with a platter filled with a big
pile of sandwiches, a cup of hot coffee and three glasses of orange
juice. We decided to go to the porch and there we enjoyed our simple
meal. John even had fetched some herbs from the backyard to spice the
sandwiches with. We had some small talk and after a while John and Davey
went indoor to play a game on the computer while Nicky hesitantly looked at
me.

"Pop? How do you know you are in love with someone?"

"Well... that's not an easy question. Why do you want to know?"

"I've thought about that a lot. It's clear Jason and Carl are in love with
each other, for they always want to be together. John and Davey also want
to be together, but I don't know whether they are in love with each other
or they are just friends. I do love you a lot and I always want to be with
you, but I think I am not in love with you. I do love Harry too, but here I
am confused. Do I just love Harry as my best friend, or am I in love with
Harry?"

"Why is that important to you?"

"Well... when I just love Harry I am normal, but when I am in love with
Harry I am a homo. I don't want to be a homo but I do love Harry a lot..."

"I do love Harry a lot too AND I am in love with him. Does that make me a
homo or am I a normal person?"

Nicky frowned and thought for a long while, leaning into me.

"Now I have asked my questions I think it doesn't really matter..."

"And I think you are right about that. It doesn't matter what other people
might think about you. Just be yourself and be happy with yourself."

"Thank you pop, it's as if I suddenly feel much better about myself."

I heard the telephone ringing in the distance and hurried into the house.

"Yes, Harry here. Who's speaking?"

"I have very good news about your son. Everything goes much better than we
expected. We absolutely don't understand why but there's nearly no bleeding
at all. Normally wild flesh is very difficult to remove because of the many
veins that cause severe bleedings, but it seems your son instructed his own
body to close those veins before the operation. I never have seen such a
thing before, it's wonderful. We planned the whole day, but now we think we
will be ready within the next hour. I just had to tell you. I will go back
now to the operation room and I will phone you again as soon as we are
ready."

"Thank you very much for calling me, I really appreciate that."

Suddenly I heard the enthusiastic voice of Jack somewhere in my head:

"I told you we would be there to help him!"

Or did I make that up myself?

Three curious boys hung onto my lips when I told them the news and they
cheered and danced around the room, high-fiving each other and me.

Fifty minutes later the phone rang again. The operation was finished and
Harry was brought back to his room where he would spend a week in a deep
sleep until his operation wounds had sufficiently healed and the pain was
gone. They would wake him up next week in my presence.

I slumped down onto the couch and started to cry, immediately surrounded by
my three little friends. All tension released into my tears and I felt Jack
pushing me to let myself go and cry some more until at last I felt totally
exhausted but really happy. I hugged my friends and thanked Jack in my
mind. It felt like a heavy burden being taken from my shoulders and I
started to laugh about the comical situation of me, a grown up, being
comforted by three small boys and nearly buried within lots of Kleenex.

I asked their parents for permission and took them with me to a big
playground where we recreated for the rest of the day. We built a fort out
of wooden boards, we rammed each other in small electrical cars, we fished
for small gewgaws and we enjoyed every moment. Content and satisfied we
went home, stopping on our way to eat some delicious fat junk food and
drink lots of colored sugar water with bubbles. Loudly singing with the
music of the car radio we went home, deadly tired but happy. I promised
them to redo the day when little Harry was home again and could join us.

The week passed by with lots of visits from my boys and now and then one or
two of them slept with me. After five days in the evening suddenly the
phone rang. The surgeon had closely observed Harry and thought he would be
ready to wake up the next morning...

John begged me to take him with me, but I refused and explained to him
Harry could feel very groggy and would probably be attached to all kinds of
instruments. He would have to wait until the next time and fortunately he
understood. He made a nice drawing of three boys together waiting for their
fourth friend, and I took it with me to hand it to Harry when he would be
capable of looking at it.

The next morning I went to the clinic to spend there a few days with my
son. As soon as I arrived the surgeon took me with him to Harry's room
where I saw a very white mummy with all sorts of apparatus attached. In a
flash I saw myself back, every day visiting my little burnt brother
Joshie... I had to sit down and recollect myself while the nurse offered me
a glass of water. In a few words I told them my story so they would
understand why I collapsed all of the sudden.

After a few minutes I could let go of the old memories and I went to the
bed where my little soul mate was wrapped into a lot of white bandages. The
doctor told me they would first unwrap him and clean him up so I could see
his new scars before he was awake. After I was used to the sight they would
wake him up.

I helped unwrap his bandages and soon I could see his very bruised and
puffed face with swollen eyes and a much too big red and blue nose. Now I
understood why the doctor let him sleep until I had seen him... We
unwrapped the rest of his body and now I could see the surgeons really did
a wonderful job. Gone were the colored stripes and scars, he had a nice
smooth skin on his body and even his little pecker looked normal.

I wrapped him into a nice green gown and carefully took him into my arms
while the nurse removed the intravenous needle and thus stopped the
sedation. She injected him with another stuff and within a few moments his
eyes started to blink and he tried to move himself.

"Easy son, I am here. Slowly, just let it go. Don't try to move, just wake
up very slowly. I will help you."

His swollen eyes opened and he squinted at me. He tried to say something
but no sound came out and I could feel his frustration.

"Ssh, don't speak, just give yourself some time. You have been operated and
everything went extremely well. Now just wake up and don't try to do
anything."

He nodded and I could feel him relax into my arms. He coughed a few times
and spit out some slimy fluid into a small cup.

"Do... do I... do I have... my new face now?"

"Yes son, you do have your new face now. But it's still very swollen after
the operation so you will have to be patient for a while."

Again he nodded, closed his swollen eyes and fell back into my arms with a
hint of a content smile on his puffed face.

We waited for a while until he was more alert and asked for water and
something to eat for he was hungry. A big smile appeared on the face of the
doctor.

"That's a good sign. I will order something fluid that's easy to digest and
during the meal you should give him this small pill against the pain. He
will be very tired after a while and he still needs a lot of sleep and
rest. Tomorrow things will go much better and then we will perform some
tests to check everything. So far he's doing wonderful."

After a while another nurse brought us a tray with oatmeal porridge and a
glass of mineral water. She helped him to sit upright what caused him some
discomfort and he tried to eat the porridge with a spoon. But his arms
started to hurt so I took the spoon and helped him.

"Now I really am a baby dad and you will have to nurture me. I still feel
very tired and my whole body feels bruised. Do you have a mirror?"

"I don't want you to look at your face now for it's very puffy and bruised
due to the operation. Your eyes are very swollen and your new nose is way
too big."

"I know that dad from my past operations. Please can I have a look? I
promise I will not be shocked."

I took him into my arms and hesitantly handed him a small mirror. Carefully
he studied his face for a long time.

"They did a wonderful job dad... I really do have a normal nose now and I
can see at the base how big it will be within a few weeks. It's wonderful,
just as the doctor promised. My lips are wonderful too, just a bit too
swollen but that will go away. I am so happy with my new face!"

He started to sob and I just held him close. After a while he felt too
tired and wanted to sleep so I took the gown off and laid him down. Within
a few seconds he was gone with a very content smile on his face. I watched
him for a long time, my beautiful son with his new face.

The rest of the day he was too tired and we didn't do very much, but the
next day they brought us a television set and a lot of books to read. All
the tests turned out to be far better than expected and after a week his
body had nicely healed, his face was less puffy and his lips and nose
already started to shrink. After another couple of tests the doctor decided
to let him go home, a week earlier than they originally planned.

"Never in my life I have seen a small boy healing so fast! It's a real
miracle..."

The next morning we went home, Harry carefully smeared with some antiseptic
stuff all over his body to protect the new scars. We also got a bottle of
pills against the pain and the itching and he had to take one whenever he
felt he needed them. He nestled himself onto the front seat with a pillow
in his back and a pillow beneath to sit higher so he could see the
surroundings without craning his neck.

We drove for a whole hour until Harry got too stiff and had to move around
to loosen up. We stopped at a small road restaurant where we first wandered
around for a while and finally sat down at a table to have a drink and
something to eat. Nobody paid us any special attention.

"They even don't look at me dad. Nobody sees I have a new face."

"I am glad son, that proves you have a face just like any other boy of your
age."

"It feels strange, I think I am too used to a lot of people looking at
me..."

After a while we went to our golden van and drove home. I parked the van on
the driveway and little Harry looked around.

"Where's everybody? Don't they know I am home today?"

"Indeed they don't know, they still think you would be at the clinic for
another week."

"Oh yeah, you are right. You didn't phone them."

He looked a bit disappointed as we entered the house and went straight to
the living room to phone his friends. But nobody answered the phone...

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Harry stormed to the door with a look of
relief in his eyes, followed by me.

"Hello dad! ... Hi, I am John and I live here in the same street. And who
are you?"

Harry looked totally perplexed and for the first time in his life he had to
search for words.

"Wha... what... do... you really don't recognize me?"

"Huh??? You... but... you really are HARRY?"

"Yes, of course. Who else did you expect here?"

"Waauw... I didn't recognize you! I still don't... I can hear it's your
voice, but you look totally different!"

They fell into each others arms and both started to cry.

After a while and a lot of ooh's, aah's and hugs, we all went to the living
room where Harry started to tell about his adventures. Suddenly the bell
rang again and John went to the door with a wink at little Harry:

"Don't say a word! Let's see whether they will recognize you..."

He came back with a chattering Davey wondering why our van was in the
driveway. He first went to me and hugged me.

"Hi dad, glad you are back! How's Harry and when is he coming home? We all
miss him..."

He looked at little Harry without a sign of recognition.

"Hello, I am Davey..."

Harry couldn't keep his face straight and started to laugh.

"Yes, I know..."

"How do you know my name? I never saw you before..."

Suddenly something seemed to dawn and Davey stared at that strange boy with
bulging eyes.

"You are HARRY?"

Without another word they fell into each others arms and started to cry.

Again the bell rang and John came back with Nicky, also wondering why I
already was home. He entered the living room, froze and stared at little
Harry with a look of pure unbelief in his eyes. Slowly he approached Harry
and looked him over from top to toe.

"You ARE Harry! I never could imagine you would look soo good! Wow, your
face looks much better now, even better than with your mask on. Come on,
let's play a game on the computer for I really missed you!"

They threw their arms around each others shoulders and tried to wriggle
into the same computer chair.

"Ouch! That hurts! Sorry Nick, my body is still bruised from the operation
so today we have to sit apart."

"Okay, next time better. I rather want to hear everything about your
operation..."

The next hour little Harry told them everything about all tests, his
falling asleep and waking up with me holding him in my arms, not knowing
the operation already was done but feeling a bit bruised all over his
body. John and Davey made sandwiches in the kitchen and after a while Harry
got too tired and wanted to rest for a while. I took him into my arms and
laid him down on our waterbed, where he shut his eyes with a deep sigh and
was gone. I softly kissed his forehead and he purred in his sleep.

I sent the boys home and again went upstairs to have some rest
myself. Immediately Harry shifted to me and nestled himself into my arms,
still sound asleep. I softly stroke his new face and he felt wonderful. My
boy, my little soul mate!


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This is the end of chapter 24; and it also will be the end of THIS version
of my story 'Harry'.

I started to REWRITE the story because of all odds and oddities and
'colorful constructions' in the language. This will take some time, but
from time to time I will send you a rewritten chapter under the name
'Little Harry' to distinguish it from the old version. In short:

The old story 'Harry' ends with this chapter 24.

There will be a rewritten version of the story with the name 'Little Harry'
in Nifty.

'Little Harry' will go on where this version stops and Harry certainly will
go to Rumania to meet his own folks!

After a while I will try to find a publisher in America who will publish
the by then finished book.


I WANT YOUR HELP...

Please will read the rewritten chapters of 'Little Harry' carefully and
help me to improve them. All comments are welcomed, but this time stop
sending me emails with compliments. Please only write me to correct
oddities or to offer me ideas that will improve the book.

Many thanks in advance and I will remember you in my prayers!

Hugs from everybody in the story and they all wish you profound peace in
your heart!

Big Harry, little Harry, John, Davey, Nicky, Jason, Carl and all others.


THE END.