The flow of life and objects

When I was first leaving Bulgaria, I could take only two suitcases with me and that forced me to make sure that I filled them with only the best clothes I could have, so that space would not be wasted. I bought and made new clothes with fabric I had saved and even had a friend sew a skirt for me. The next two years were, in a way, such a luxurious experience that when I taught a two-month course at the Centro Cultural in Costa Rica, I was able to wear different clothes for every single class session (twice a week). My students never saw the same outfit twice. Sixteen different ones that I was proud of.