I put the jacket on and took the bigger suitcase while my dad loaded the rest of the luggage in the car. That morning even the air had a different scent, the smell of flowers was stronger, everything seemed better as if the smaller part of me was looking for an excuse to convince me that it was not the right choice to leave. My gaze entangled even among the most subtle details, such as the cracks in the wood of the beams or the wall on which my height was gradually annotated with different colors depending on the passage of the years.
I climbed into the car and let me bang the door behind me. I felt the roaring roar of the engine, then silence. Nobody had the courage to speak, almost as if it would destroy that fake equilibrium that every one of us was trying to move forward until I had stepped on the train.
Hab schon mit Google Übersetzer gemacht, da kommt nur Unsinn raus. Würde es sehr nett finden. Dankeschön.
