You turning my bass volume down, right before the beginning of Shukarja...and me telling you "Come on Daniel! I can't hear myself like this!!"...and you answering me..."Calma...Calma...Calma..." Is this gone?

Me and you making espresso in your day-room...and then going to smokers corner...once you offering me one of your fancy sigarettes...and once me rolling you a home-made one...Is this gone?

You leaving smokers corner, by lifting your hand...by lifting it in your own inimitable way: the Daniel-way of saying "I'll see you later"... - Is this gone?

You congratulating me on my scholarship... - Gone too?

You telling me about vacations in Italy and how Italian just made you laugh...

You telling me about your great plans...

That night me you and Salome walking on the Flekke road, and it was -10, and you carrying the flashlight...and us calling Mariano. And the lift Marina gave us...and what happened later... - has this also gone?

You telling me before the show "Come on Ramy!! It's going to be great!!"

Me and you playing together...rehearsing almost every day and then having that great performance...Wasn't it great?...It was...

Is this all over?


No it's not. It will never be. And the world should know who this guy was, a guy that was going to make a great man...but he's been called for far too early...too early...

You'll stay Daniel.

-Ramy