One day a long time and some homes ago I found an old suitcase in the trash. One person's trash is another one's treasure indeed - I would never throw away such a fine suitcase with so many memories on it, but for some it had probably been taking up closet space for too long a time.
I've kept it in our livingroom; it has had magazines and chords in it but for the moment it has no other function than to look nice. Dag ripped some of the stickers off when he was smaller, but many are still left.
I wonder who it was that once traveled to these places and took this suitcase along?
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