Just before leaving

Leaving, but still be there.

Strange transition period.

A space-time multiplied, sometimes disturbing.

I'm going away, but I do not plan to return.

To do list:

Putting "my life" in the trash- records, objects, clobbers, tons of papers and documents, to sell my books at the bookseller saying me: they will find a good acquirer. The rest- on the pavement, toward the recycling. Overstock, which is an interesting word. Who's overstocking? Putting in the trash everything superfluous, everything is up in the backpack or in the head or in my heart.

In a few days I will finally move.

Just the beginning of the trip. But already the movement, even if it is in France for weeks. Departure for Portugal planned by mid February. So little time, and simultaneously plenty of time.

Some of my friends are scared to know me alone on the road in these times troubled by the violence of mass murders; in these times of our freedom restrictions and closing European borders.

I believe that I will risk a lot more to remain static, here, waiting for I do not know what.

I have to rebuild something in my writing and in my life too.

And it is so good !