Boxes!

Boxes, boxes, boxes on the floor,

Boxes besides my bedroom door.

Something tells me I have to leave,

Cause there is no books, no toys, nothing to see!





This poem is written by me. You get what is going on. I'm going back to my own country, and I have to say farewell to Czech republic forever (thats what I think). So the family has to pack and there is nothing to do accept for TV , Computer and some reading on boring magazines.



Days left to the country: 16