More often than I care to make things for me that I prefer to have their own place. A bad, but no less notable example is my bike. I love my bike as his own place and keep. Today, for example, came after my work from the bus, then 5 good minutes to spend looking for my bike.
The bus station of 's-Gravendeel, so few people know little more than a bypass in the already not very busy main street of the village. Besides two stop boxes you will find three more bike racks. In the left rack, I put my bike this morning. Not so solid, but half the rack (for haste), but enough for a day, dunkte me. This afternoon he was so gone.
After much squinting and crack I finally found my bike, casually leaning against the bus shelter for the lines Dordrecht. What was he doing? The lock was still there and always conclude, even without my bike - it's not really an adventurer - probably not so far from his own place have strayed. Someone moved my bike!
Only 22 days away from our world, now is the concern earlier that I own instead of things so important to me than that I essentially feel embarrassed by the amused gaze of the teenage girl in the bus shelter across the street. How you get your own place on a world tour? 80 liter, or as much as there really is in my backpack. Too small for a bike, anyway ...
