Prelude
So it looks like we are leaving.

Me and my well lets call him wearer. He is not mz owner for sure. I remember the previous one. Smaller. Fluffy black hair. One day I was borrowed. I remeber a sweaty Neck. lots of coughing. It got better but I never found my way back. So I stayed.  We went to places. I saw things.

The last days are more of a rushed blurr. Also because the wearer does not seem to rest. There is somethign he has to finish before he goes. There were others like me. One posh one out of Kaschmere. Never talked. There was chaos. Being put into a box. Taken out. Put back in taken out. In the end the others ended up in a box. I have no idea what happened to them. So I am alone now. And we are leaving this place. There was lots of boxing going on. also lots of throwing away stuff. Crying muffled screams. Nothing anyone really wants to hear about. We go on a motorbike. I remember it. From January it was really cold and there was always ice forming on me. It is still cold a bit of rain in between. Never really like it. The rain. The Land is so very green. But we do not stop. We just go on. Finally we arrive at an old house. I suppose it was white once upon a time. Got old and emtpy like everything around here. Like the woman opening the door. She looks surprise but happy. She is using a kind of mini car to move around, pushing it in front of her. We go out for lunch. Pretty restaurant something with fish. The evening we are in a car. Back to the place.  And forth and back to different places. Carrying lots of things. Makes no sense to me. One long last trip in the car back to the old house. Lots of carrying again. But it seems over. The wearer is relieved. I feel it.
He is finished.