Dear Sir: I have the highest respect for you! I always have and I always will! Although I call myself "Qraz-Gi" I truely am not "clinical", if you know what I mean, even when I may say or do something resulting in strong disagreements. However, should I ever hurt anyone I will surely lose my sweater for a straightjacket! I shudder to think!

I had the greatest opportunity of meeting you! My latest recollection was the eve of the presentation of the shawl to the new shiek of the US..."cong", and t'is I. You have kept your promise and have kept it secure for me to wear someday and I shall never repent for asking you to do such a great thing! I trusted you then and I shall now and further secure my trust by asking you never to release it except to me when all my domestic problems are resolved, I promise, I shall someday come to your door and ask you personally, for the cover...I promise!

Meanwhile, my mind is a bit broken up: I also trust the Prime Minister of Israel to do what is asked of him should it be for the good of his people and his country, as you have done and shall always pursue. I am burdened with a heavy heart, the pain from watching two of the greatest facing such tragedies today.

I know you both have good intentions and to harm was far from your scope, and I believe if given the opportunity to start over on new terms and tactics, you would. Everyone has moments of total stress overload and have come close to losing total control, but the thought of losing that sweater has kept our arms to ourselves...I know it has me!

I have been wronged seems like for eternity, but mostly, inrecollection of my adult life these 20 some years. I was born into a prominent family, parents killed, and after loss of myself, sold to a gang of worthless prostitutes in Pyong Taek, South Korea, where I was slashed and left maimed to observe these past 30 something years. To my greatest misfortune, my position in society had been lost to my abusers and there really is nothing I can do except put my trust in those who knew of me and my kinships prior to the destruction of my parentage.

However, with the knowledge of who I am, where I've come from, and what is rightly mine, I cannot by will claim what has been stolen from me just by knocking on the thieves' door and "blowing their heads off" or "blowing up their homes". For first reason they have the paperworks of my heritage. For the second reason, the laws of this country would surely take my sweater for replacement with ... I shudder to think!

When I am heated, which is quite often, I sit and just sit thinking over and over of all the things I am capable of doing (and I am truthful when I admit to thinking of capabilites seen as a child on tv cartoon shows) then I think some more at last selecting the one or two things which will either secure that sweater with thicker skiens of yarn or at minimum keeps its availability close by for when the weather gets cold.

I truely am sorry for the destruction I have been witnessing and if there was anything...I could do...I just may do it!