I never plan to leave this soon, or may be not this quiet, I of course miss of farewell party. But realizing what is on going here in my place, I can’t even just to think of it. Its one of the darkest days in our history.
I just take a breath. Another deep and long and tired and hopeless. The ships wrecked in the sea and there I’m about to be. A bitter smile to put on our face, isn’t it?
People voices run through my windows, crawling on my door and shut the door of my cupboard as I lock it now. And I unlock it again, just when I keep beating my sorrow, against my tears which hardly to bear. I wish I can sigh now.
My suitcase still opens, he knows there’s one left, and waiting for me to fill it in. but I need to decide, whether I should to or not to. It’s a big decision I have to make. So then I check one more time. I take my clothes, there, right down under the clothes, laid my golden revolver. One which has been used by my ancestors to kill themselves, to suicide.