Pom Pom: The horror of the effect of the downward spiral.

In about three weeks I went round all the immediate family of the suicidemakers I knew. Just went and had the whole time they were aware of where I was, as if someone would inform about it. Are not said nothing and stared for a moment, but hailed. Power was considerable. Was as if someone had a plunging me into a spiral of deeper and deeper. That I would do the same as the unhappy ones. Non-verbal murder, the perfect crime. All decent people would say that it was not really, only my imaginations, of course. This took place in Helsinki in 1984. Then I understood the change in Stockholm.