The long train was running on its own track. I glanced at the suitcase at my feet. It was a small suitcase because I didn't have much to take with me. I cast my gaze to the strange yet familiar scenery outside the window, maybe they are waving to me, maybe they are saying goodbye to me. The weather in May was a little dry and the wind was strong. From time to time, a few dandelion seeds flew into the window and fell lightly on the travelers sitting against the wind. I accidentally discovered that some of them were stuck to the hair of the passenger opposite. His ignorance made his neighbor laugh. It was very noisy in the carriage - maybe this is the world. You think it has stopped, but it is still going on. It is the end of one life and the beginning of another... I put on my headphones and listened to the melodious Scottish bagpipes, looking at the houses that were gradually getting shorter in front of me, as if looking at my own past, saying goodbye bit by bit, like farewell, but unable to shed tears...
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