Farewell - What a fuck!

When I wake up this morning something is different, something is missing. - Yesterday was the day, yesterday we parted from Hector. Or has Hector parted from us? - Actually everything is fine, Hector has found his new home in Duisburg. He now calls his own garage his home. Duisburg sounds so much like a big city. But his home is right next to a nice family house, on the edge of a village, so with a view over the fields. His new owners, a young couple, are very happy and have already made plans. Hector should continue to travel. - So far so good. - But one thing remains: Actually is a shitty word. - We miss him, I already do. - The special thing about it? I have already owned quite a few cars, also the one or other extraordinary. But when they went from me, I always looked at it in the kölsche way. - "Wat fott es, es fott." 

But this time it seems different. As much as I'm looking forward to Spector, it's hard to say goodbye. With no vehicle before have I been able to discover so much as with Hector. I hope that the new owners will find just as much joy and inspiration. Yes, we are talking about a car. - But a very special car, one with a kitchen and a bed, a motorhome, a VW T5 bus, a real Bulli. Just Hector. - But what consoles me when I say goodbye. Hector may continue to bear his name. 

"Don't lament after things and don't mourn for things long forgotten." - Then why am I so miserable?