Fravia, I wanted to write to you. Yesterday. Having learned about your illness. And wanted to ask you one more, one last question: «What is your deepest insight into the matrix called ‹life›?»

Today I learn that you passed away. Already. And I'm late. Three years late (who would believe that).

Well, I like to imagine, that this is the ultimate challenge for an reverse engeneer: death. So I can say: à+. Instead I say silently «thanks» and «good bye» and «your ripples on the surface will forever continue albeit your becoming one with the water of the old pond»