I don’t like goodbyes, but unfinished things do not make me feel good either.
I have my flat to empty and my bag to pack – I needed a solution that wouldn’t breed melancholy. So I decided to sell everything I accumulated in the past two years – mugs, pots and pans, fairy lights, wobbly chairs, a toy goat covered in real fur – and give the money for charity. For the sale I organised a party last night that turned into a wonderful evening and almost a little event. We set up an auction – S., K. and E. made a great job in making us laugh and spreading the bidding fever. At the beginning of the evening, the director of the Autism Society of Kurdistan – to whom we donated the money – told us that they’d need fluffy carpets for their teaching centre and tuition fees for music classes for one of the children who attend the centre. The beautiful evening, wine and a very good cause heated the atmosphere and at end we managed to put together 2000$. The party went on till morning; I quietly sneaked out and was lulled into a peaceful sleep by the music, the chattering voices and the laughter. Last night S. told me that if felt like the end of an era – and that it was a beautiful thing cause it meant that there is an era to remember. This morning, N. not yet completely awake said the same thing – the tow of them, without talking to one another, used the very same words: it made me laugh, it must be true then!
Coming back from breakfast in the bazaar this morning, I asked S. if there is a conventional way to end theatre scripts in English. He reminded me that Shakespeare would finish all his pieces with “Exeunt” and the characters would leave the stage.
These past two years have been full of smiles and small dramas, intrigues and many stories. That’s why I decided not to worry to sound too pompous and seek Shakespeare’s help to pull the curtains over all these weeks of bulletins.
Exeunt.