And this is how an epic tale of an adventurer in a foreign land ends.
The last classes of the language I had had seemed empty and meaningless. Why was I feeling this?
Was it just the grieve of leaving or something else? Furthermore, why did I have those kind of feelings?
It wasn't the first time that I had to say goodbye, and it wouldn't be the last. Then, what happened? Was it the same feeling as when I left Ireland?
I simply had to do it.
So after packing my stuff, I left. Despite of this, I didn't feel anything. The Man, Bride, Karyon... All of them were going to stay behind and my heart stopped beating, as if I didn't care for them.
But I did.
Once in the airplane, my mind started to create ideas. Ideas that I had heard before in the same place. However, this time my thoughts were on German.
Despite everything, it wasn't such a difficult language!
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