I'm leaving you. It isn't you, it's me.

Vado in Italia domani.

I will be back in three weeks, though, so let's not get too emotional about the whole thing. Who knows? Maybe something astonishing will happen and I'll hasten to an internet cafe to tell you about it. Frankly, I don't think anyone will be too broken up about the silence. I'm pretty sure that Marja is the only one who reads this and she'll be with me.