Some stories are hard to tell, hard to understand – even for the storyteller. Often this stories are quiet down, held away for a possible listener, just because the pain. These stories often miss wholeness, and only consist of twisted fragments. Fragments as pieces in a puzzle you don’t know how will end, if there is an ending at all. Some will maybe advice one to let it all be, let the pieces in the puzzle be absorbed of the ocean of time, hope this ocean will wash away the pictures. Hope that it doesn’t make you feel fragmented and left behind.