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Confort Zone

When I left for Reykjavik I packed a suitcase full of fruits and vegetables. I was afraid I wouldn't find fresh products in such a nordic and hostil place.
That suitcase never reached Reykjavik with me: I had to leave it in a tabacco shop before catching the plane because I was late.
It was my confort zone, 12,7 kg of confort zone. I had to leave it.
It took me ten minutes to find it again inside the dumpster right next to Sim guesthouse where i was living durind two weeks.