Looking though my backpack (and those who know me personally know that I’m talking about the 10kg behemoth) I found my passport.
I think I always carry my passport with me. I don’t know if it is wishful thinking, just wanting to get called somewhere where I actually will need it, or a hidden feeling of being somewhere else far away. I really don’t believe any of these, though.
But I’m sure there is a meaning somewhere.
Maybe the passport is my towel.