Back when I was enjoying the simplicity of going in a Chat Room, when, to my knowledge, there was no porn, I met a man who lived in FL. We mostly chatted openly but often went into ‘privacy’ just to get away from the boring and constant talks about the weather, what chatterers had for dinner, their pets. After checking with an email pal of his, Bob offered me the name of someone else who might like to be my email pal. Horst, in Norway, was delighted to correspond with me, and there the story begins.
Very computer literate, he worked out a way to get me into a totally private Norwegian chat area, gave me my own password, etc. And we wrote and we talked, endlessly, more than an hour a day. It was mind expanding as I learned the differences in cultures there and in his homeland, Germany. Horst was a very small child during WWII but he had memories of the train he was on being strafed by US. We didn’t get into a great deal about his parents, Nazis or not, but they had been very wealthy people. After his good education and years had passed, he moved to Norway where he married, had 2 children and a grandchild.
He threw me for a loop when he turned on a camera that was attached to his puter and waved to me. I was able to watch him write to me, see him pour a glass of wine and make toast me, blowing a little kiss on his hand. He turned the camera to the window and I saw the snow laden pine trees in the forest near his large house. Horst pleaded with me to get a camera too but no, I strongly refused without telling him why. I knew he was at least ten years younger than I- enough to ruin a great friendship.
More about him: he was retired as a CEO of a large American firm with a base in Oslo. He loved being a home husband while his wife taught in the university. All the house work, shopping, cooking was his responsibility. Social life in the small town was amongst neighbors, soirees, seldom going out to the only town restaurant which had one sitting an evening. No long lines, no grumbling customers. Calm, easy life style.
Something else Horst had was a very tiny private island, rowing distance from his home. How he loved it ! Contemplating the beauty around him, falling asleep, he dreamed about me. E mails flew faster than peregrine falcons. Many I printed and still have, including a picture of me (from his imagination-nude) which looked nothing like me but it was fun getting to meet his dream lady.
As weeks became two years, he began to tell me of suspicions he had about his wife being away so much. I put thoughts in his head I should never have done. He pressed her until she admitted she had been having an affair for a long time with their closest friend. While he seemed relieved to finally know the truth, I regretted interfering in his personal life.
There was business to do in Germany where his 90 year old mother still
lived and he had to go there for two weeks to close a deal on their factory. Horst was to contact me as soon as he returned to Norway...but I did not hear from him, not in two weeks, three, ever. I wrote to his house, where I had previously sent some photos he requested, but whoever lived there either couldn’t read English or wanted no connection to me in the USA.
There was business to do in Germany where his 90 year old mother still
lived and he had to go there for two weeks to close a deal on their factory. Horst was to contact me as soon as he returned to Norway...but I did not hear from him, not in two weeks, three, ever. I wrote to his house, where I had previously sent some photos he requested, but whoever lived there either couldn’t read English or wanted no connection to me in the USA.
The puzzle of his swift and total disappearance from my life has puzzled me for years. He was terribly distraught about his wife’s infidelity which makes me still believe he had a nervous breakdown, either killed his wife or himself.
What else could have happened? I see no other possible scenario.
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