Hi There, It's M@x again.

Again I must apologise for my lack of contact with you all. I'm sure you are all very curious to know what the hell has been happening.

Sadly, I still don't know where Juan is, when I last left a message I thought I had found some vital clues but unfortunatly they led to nothing. The piece of paper I found under the bench turned out to be a poem the Juan was in the process of writing. It hinted at the pain and anger he was suffering, but also the fight he has in his soul. I can fully imagine him escaping from their clutches and hiding away somewhere, but we have no idea after this amount of time, even if he is still alive whether we would hear from him again in case his whereabouts was discovered.

I would have various ideas of where he would run to if he escaped, but me looking for him may lead them back to him so for Juan's sake, I feel that I must accept that I may never hear from him again.

Anyway writing this is difficult for me so I will publish below, the unfinished poem for you all to read. An ode to our friend, wherever he is, Juan Weatherby........


How quickly can a man's life change, normal life, turning strange
Why people have an urge to kill, Stranraer 1, Brechin 0
Colditz shafts my daily bread, wholegrain baps, loaves of lead
Concrete floors my buttocks touch, wooden benches scrape my crutch

Once I spied a flugle shaft, drifting far on wooden raft
Captured, tortured how they laughed, lying there in steel bath
Life was mine until twas stole, mountain peak now dingy hole
Spying creatures pleased me so, others gained from what I told

Anger, Bangor, Delhi, Minsk, Kleft so foreign noble spink
Fortune favours all but me, hopeless town of rubble scree
Can I, Will I, May I leave, not a chance but must believe
Breaded cod I know called Steve, now is not the time to grieve

Yearn to see another bream, they won't stop me chasing dreams
I must fight.......................

And that is where it ends i'm afraid, you can feel his pain. We must all keep praying that we may hear from him again and really mean it from the Kleft.

So long, I will be back again soon, hopefully with more positive news.

Till then

M@x