She liked travelling.
Here is the story of her last journey.
A terrible story.
You'd better click away.
While it is not too late.
Let it hurt.
And why is it, that people
may have moustache of any color,
while cats' whiskers are always white?
Cats' colors may vary,
but their whiskers are always white.
She loved Yvoire.
Every time, once in Geneva,
she tried hard to get there, by any means.
In April 2012, she did not manage it.
But, in Nyon and Morges,
she stood for a long time on the shore
looking down there,
to the opposite side of the lake.
The morning flight.
I am going back.