Random Scrap:
I sat with Kevin at the Pier 7, an old wooden structures with lamps and benches lined up along. It was just near the Ferry Building and I was looking both in the darkness of the water and the planes taking off from the SFO. It was the same bay that I would be looking at the passing ships from or at the time when I came to visit the city with Diego and we took photos with the arrow. I was just finishing packing, putting all the memories from the last five years in boxes and shipping them off to Poland. We were going to keep in touch. Kevin was just a simple guy who learned how to speak English from an electronic dictionary who would buy me a coffee and accompanied me to the top of the Campagnile while a nice lady would tell us the history of the building. I was more focused on how to sell my bed now that I got rid of the golf clubs. We talked about the future and the law school. I took a coin from my pocket, tossed it in the water and promised that I would be coming back.