About half of our stuff - including the TV, the stereos, and the bed - just started its long journey towards our future abode in the heart of darkness ("The horror! The horror!"; let me not meet Kurtz there). We'll follow in a couple of weeks. The flat looks empty. It may take a month for us to lay our hands on this cargo again, which is why we're hoping and assuming that nothing we will absolutely need in the next several weeks went into the boxes (which were brought to the flat as thin sheets of cardboard). The tasks these men - the moving pros - perform every day are strangely fascinating: they calmly and efficiently pack people's lives in light brown boxes and ship them to the edges of the world.

We're off to Malta tomorrow. So far, I've barely given this trip half a thought. Perhaps the coming week will provide much needed time for some essential reading, such as Yi-Fu Tuan's Space and Place: The Perspective of Experience. This man appears to be one of the true holists, the type of scholar I usually enjoy reading.
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