It can't be easy to leave a place where everything has been, especially if what's outside doesn't satisfy your thirst for recognition. A long time ago, before the pandemic finished locking us in our respective labyrinths, there was a colleague who retired as ordered.

He stayed like that for a few years, not many, until, upon returning from a vacation, I learned that cancer had taken him away, without even being able to go to the funeral home to say goodbye. Since then, dozens of comrades have been retiring, more or less jubilantly or by force, and each one has retired in his own style. Some are missed. Others leave without pain or glory. The least bring as much peace as they leave rest. For me, the worst, however, are those who believe they are essential, do not accept to take a second place, whatever their idea of the first, and, in their arrogance, believe that, after them, chaos. They irritate me as much as they move me. I aspire to make a discreet exit from the forum, enjoy the bag and the life that I have left and leave a good memory in the people to whom I gave the best of my work.