Unpacking some of my parcels tonight,
smelling the smell, looking at the books
and documents, touching some of
the personal momentos I have now sent to
Norway, made me realize very clearly:
Dragging your stuff from one country
to the other, also means dragging your
soul.
Just like the post parcels arrived fairly
battered, with one lost, so my soul feels
battered, with scratches.
The ratio of missing parts of my soul
is bigger than 1:20.
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