My sons think probably since a long time that I should separate myself from him. He accompanied me to St. Petersburg, several times to Greece, Australia, Japan and many other places.
In time he became frail. I have it repaired twice. But now it is time to separate from my practical EFI backpack, a bit wistfully already, but there is no other way. For the trip across the Pacific and across America, starting in the next few days, he will not join me anymore. I will mourn him probably still a while and then keep in good memory.
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