Departing

Leaving two thirds of my initially packed luggage at my brother’s new home, between his mountain-, kite-surfing-, and snow-boards, it requires us, Ilse and me, to take a bus and a train to get to the airport.

An emotional good-bye, which I cannot even begin wording, led me through the passport control and just in time to board the flight. This is when I can successfully say that I too, just like in books and movies, have felt an oxymoron of emotions conquering my soul.