Seven German Days Left.

Just one week. One short week. One short week full of people to meet, bags to pack, and things to do. Jeez.

I nearly cried. It was when I walked through my old school building. I had tears in my eyes when I realized that this would be my last possibility to walk through it. I'd held back my tears the last time I thought it was my last time. But not today. It was just - I couldn't cry. I had already cried too much when I had to go there daily.

I'll miss it, but it probably won't miss me. There are too many other pupils left.

Later the same day.

I packed. And it was too much. How do I know? Trying to find out whether I packed too much, I broke the bag scales. Damn it.