And now I realise that we only start to appreciate people after they are dead and gone. It happened to me also with the great tenor- Luciano Pavarotii. I like classic music, so one day I just felt the need to listen „Traviata”, „La Donna e Mobile”, „Ave Maria”. And I expressed my desire to go to see him live in a concert. Being ready to give up to a good part of my salary. Then the smart and informed (and mostly of all beloved ) boyfriend told me that he passed away long time ago.

The same with Michael Jackson. When he visited my country and had concerts I was a little kid playing in the mud. I had no idea about his greatnes and talent and genius. But seeing now everything on TV made me feel so sad that I will not have the oportunity to live something like that.

I will also express here myhate fot the paparazzi and the media. I agree to keep me informed about political, financial and weather asspects. But I don`t agree to interfeer in someone`s private life. And I just love when brave actors (gladiators to be more specific) punch them in thier noses. Stop hunting people down. Stop writing lies and assumptions on their life. Who in the bloody hell cares that they are buying grocery?

Coming back to the one and only king of pop all I can say is that we have lost a great performer, a true musci genius and because of all charity work a very good man. R.I.P. M.J.