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Memories to the garbage bin
My mom has been nagging (actually her boyfriend...) for the last 3 weeks: I had to clean up the attic...
I stored my life onto their attic when leaving for Israel, and they decided I had to remove it (which mean throwing away, taking into account the size of my new apartment..)
I glimpsed in old papers, found courses from high school, old toys, souvenirs and letters, loads of love letters... I threw the first and kept the latter.
I found out I was a lousy photographer 10 years ago (and probably in 10 years I'll find out the same ;) )
I smiled when reading old letters, and remembered loads of forgotten memories, forgotten loves.
Decided which ones to have for the last time, and which one to keep, for a next clean up.
I threw stuff, loads, empty boxes, filled boxes.
I threw a past.
When I moved to the new apartment, we drove 3 times a filled Clio.
Yesterday I cleaned up, and removed another Clio.
What's left: one more Clio.
My life today fits in 4 Clio's...
My memories in one head.
Posted on September 30, 2006
in Living in Belgium
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