Desposesión
What hurt him most was books sold, perhaps sensing they decided to start. A stroll through the flea markets gave a bunch of cards with phone numbers of sale. It took a week to empty the house of printed paper. Merciless act was imposed and not yield to sentimentality pocketing a book, but at the last minute pulled a thin, translation he liked the Tao Te Ching.
then it was the turn of the music, your old vinyl record collection, and the CDs. His heart, then, was so cramped that only felt a slight more oppression.
After that, getting rid of decorative and everyday objects was a relief.
With clothes had no hesitation. He stayed with the basics and essential. Everything would fit in a suitcase.
The light of dawn reflected the absence in furniture empty. Striding across the floor by closing shutters and valves. He took the suitcase and small bag and left her locked house. By leaving it in the mailbox, pick up later where his manager, he felt an impulse and also got the book of Tao.
The cold morning air hit her face. It sucked to the depths and began walking toward the station. He thought it would be nice to find a seat on the train next to the window.