about things

' That's all? '. yes. What more could a person want to travel for 2-5 days? . And I held on with a little half-empty backpack. Actually, I could go without it - for passports and credit cards do not have much space, but just a habit of dragging something behind him, and suddenly turned up a valuable book - where to throw it? .

At the university I went every year to a campaign. The tradition was so. On May 8-9, 7-8 or assemble the chair, and let's go with the nature of the overnight. The first two years I was a poor student with nothing - sleeping in someone else's tent, things with a soldier's knapsack was just an old woolen blanket and two pairs of socks. Even to buy a package of crackers there was no money - begging for his comrades and with the total fire.

And then I bought a tent. Then machine- backpack from the parental home were removed tarpaulin boots, his grandfather - a blue army blanket. Wow, if I equip. 30kg calculations, which were sitting on the shoulders of a 15 - lugging heavy machine who duralumin frame backpack on, he knows what a student's record stuff. And it must be the same to happen during this year - instead of the traditional three miles, you had covered almost 15. It was fucked up. This exhaustion I experienced a very long time. I parked as hemmed down on the grass and gasped for air, sweating. Knowing that I have not forgotten, as an experienced pohodnik, did not facilitate my life. My brilliant green and the patch, my thread - were a little stock, which had been in camp for nearly 150 people and helped to solve some problems, but I pulled back all the same 30kg. Not surprisingly, each following year, my load dropped, and I tried to compensate for the lack of things that become more cautious and careful in dealing with the fact that on me, and not in a backpack.

When my brother and I moved into our small Dormitory, we were met with blank walls that we have two days filled with two sofas and a TV with VCR. When I moved to the first safe place - a move took three days. Just ate a book of the living space of cubic.

My house is full of things to which I have not touched for years. Recently went through boxes, hand was raised to throw hundreds of small things and not so. With each connected some memories, some functional. Here are coins that I collected in my childhood - some of them are quite rare instances - suddenly I was attacked by a passion numizmatizma. He left. books. I revere paper pages, but almost never read in the paper version - there is an electronic library and a telephone with card reader. Perhaps, someday, or reveal your library, or give to an existing. But while this cubic meter of my passion for collecting, for which I gave all my school and college savings.

In recent years, I did not buy. Clothes - worn only when the previous set of. Just enough to have something to wear on laundry before washing. Computer zamorochki - those that are needed in. Appliances - or to gratify self-love (as a juicer ), or really need to. Scary thought - at home no wine glasses, drinking glasses of juice - the audience if we have the case, then the undemanding. And the champagne is convenient to drink from cups of tea - because there is a handle, the shampoo is not heated by hand, only the gas in the nose hit, but you can also drink and as you exhale.

Still, the house is accumulated and accumulates every garbage. Slowly taking all the free corners of the apartment. Apparently, so the next move is brewing. I can imagine how hard it is to those who have their own apartment - from his trash can not go. And, gathered as he could, moved: some lost when moving, some threw a result of forced enumeration of things - either way they must be collected in a box, and then remove.

Memories of childhood. Once a year his mother made ​​us take out all the books out of the closet and clean the dust. I still remember my brother and our bed, littered with neat rows of books. On each - 30 seconds. And suddenly, opa, and the hand stopped, cover opened. He began to read. Sometimes things and memories associated with them are stronger than we.

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Used cars. in the paper from hand to hand.

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