In Zaragoza I only left some maps of Aragon which I intended to bring back with me.

I tried losing my notebook too, but was prevented by a waitress who immediatly saw it on the table and gave it back to me.

What did I forget then?

I am afraid that in some moments I have forgotten myself.

But then, this is not very important.

I will forget the forgetting, too.

Oh, I forgot my share of sunflowers seeds.