Composed Date: July 10, 1994
A strong wind is forcing the dark cloud. Water is pushing towards the beach and leaves white foam behind. With a heavy load on his shoulders, he gazes at the waves and throws the heavy bundle into the water. He sits on the sands, where the water meets the shore. The bag is still floating on the water's edge. He suddenly gets up, kicks the bundle several times, and shouts: "Take it. Wash it away. I don't want them anymore." He kicks the bundle several times, pushing it further into the water until it floats away. He sits back again while staring at the waves and whispering: "Take the past away. Take all elements of hurt and deceit. Take it all; saws, ropes, tools, everything."