I am trying to get rid of most stuff and have been quite successful already. I have no car, only one hat, and I am even letting go of books. But one thing is piling up: notebooks, full of memories, stories, ideas and observations.
And sometimes, when I open one of those notebooks, I discover piles of money, millions of it. It seems that all this time, I have been much richer than I thought.
Unfortunately, I have kept the money long beyond the existence of the country that once issued it. I always knew that saving was stupid.