About the book: year / I pick up my suitcases and, without saying a word, go out to put them in the trunk, and when returning, I find her in the same position as and a few minutes earlier. I take out my coat, throw it on myself, put on my shoes, I feel that she has left the office and is leaning against the wall watching me get ready. I pick up the box of books, go to the exit, reach for the keys and freeze without touching them. An ordinary evening, an ordinary December day, and only the aching melancholy in my soul and the heaviness of the box in my hands remind me that my life has changed dramatically... 1.0 - file creation