Last year, on may 15, I sent pack of presents to her. She didn´t take it and today, more than one year later, the present came back. During all this time the pack was retrained on Russian custerms, after in Brazilian one. Today, after my job, I went to the post office to take the pack. I paid about $50 to take it out (thives!!!) and while I was openning it I could not think about anything but just: "why my life goes this way?" I won´t give it for anybody, neither sell, but I´ll keep it one with me to give to someone who allows me to love her.