Visits to the City of the Dead

It's the end, the clothes folding process is over, a big, old, worn bag that is barely full, it will astonish and ridicule the travelers at the airport, no harm, I will not spend a single penny here from today, what I collected from selling my inheritance, I will not waste it on the shells here, it contains all my dreams and wishes for travel, and I will throw it away as soon as I arrive, I will not need it, I will replace it and what is in it, with a small backpack, sufficient for me to cross the sea, towards the land of bliss.