I leave my apartment in a bit of a rush. I grab a few things and pack a canvas bag that haven't used for quite a time. It says SOAS on the side and I remember buying it for a few quids in the cafeteria on Russell Square. They always played hip hop, and they had cheap coffee and amazing carrot cake. The frosting, I will never forget that frosting.
Anyway, I pick up the bag and step outside. In the bus I get a seat and look through the contents. Aside from the notebook, my wallet and my camera, which I stuffed in there before I left, I find several other things that make me think: a bording pass from Vietnam Airlines, a decleration of plagiarism and a receipt from Goldbraun in Bonn.
Each of these items tells its own story, but they all take me away on a fantastic journey. Hanoi was a marvellous motorcycle trip. It's close to a wonder that Gi-woun and I made it back alive. The declaration, part of my masters thesis. Those fools really let me graduate. And the receipt, I remember days of ... wait, this is my stop. The doors open and my journey ends.
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