While we lived together, Anja would often leave little notes for me on the kitchen table late at night, just before bed-time, so that I would find and read them next morning before leaving for work. A selection of these is shown below. Read them, and ask yourself what kind of person might pledge such seemingly sincere and passionate love to someone who, just a few short months later, she treated in the most disgraceful and degrading way possible, with less compassion than one might show to a stray dog in the street, when I was told: "No-one wants you here.." on my arrival in Germany to try to see her for a short time. Important Note and Disclaimer: The material contained herein is presented for the purpose of information only, and should be considered as such. Part of the aforesaid material is compiled from personal experience, and some is based on the voluntary professional opinion of a third party with qualification and expertise in the field of psychology. No animosity, grievance or accusation against any person or persons should be taken as being expressed, implied, or otherwise intended from the content of this web site.