Hasta Luego Malmo, 13 October 2003

I see you leaving,
in the morning,
on the early train...
... No I can't stop loving you

So Phil Collins says in his song, sweet sad song, yet it was not really happening to me then, a year ago.

The plane bound to Jakarta (Indonesia) transit in Schipol (Netherlands) and KL (Malaysia) from Kastrup (Denmark) by 6 in the morning so I got to be at the lufthaven (airport) by 5, train ride would take 45 minutes from Malmo Centralen (Sweden)to Kastrup, 10 minutes taxi ride from Disponentgatan to train station, and I had to wait for 3 minutes for the taxi, said the dispatcher.

That means I had to leave my home (for around 2 years) on Disponentgatan by as early as 4 in the morning. Who was crazy enough to wake up that early in the chilly October dawn just to see off this man? Well, I got to wake my dear friend Taufik in the process because when I sat nicely in the taxi I suddenly found out that I could not find my plane ticket in my pocket and I would not be able to open the apartment anymore because all the cards to open the door have been handed over to the landlady, Ms. Carmen "nice lady" Browne. Thus, finally, Taufik was the only person saw me off leaving the city in that early dawn.

Traveller's bag and luggage were all packed up by around 3 that morning, no sleep, I could not and would not sleep my last day there, got to feel the last night sober, for my memory sake. Made few phone calls to some special persons that I promised earlier in my last minutes of existance in Malmo.

Got to face the fact, Malmo is just a blink on the eye of life.
Memory remains, but all that starts must end.