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moving time

Insane morning. Clean the flat. Fill the black bags. What to take and keep. I'm slouching towards another new life.

Leave the desk and chair. Sold the imac with big screen. Got an old laptop.

15 kg of clothes
15 kg of books

This is everything I own.

I wish I could narrow it more.

1.5 hours on train in a few hours to stay at Ewa's friends house. Tomorrow seven to eight hours of trains, buses, and planes to Elblag Poland.

gaining and losing what?

Time for a Lucas aid!

Comments

anna said…
hi marcus,you own more than you think...good luck in poland.
jwg said…
can't wait to hear how things look when you land and explore the new place. Excited for you.
postpran said…
Thanks Jim and Anna. I'm hanging in the docklands near in canal in east london (limehouse). A few hours until the journey begins :-)

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