I had been thinking about my suitcase–the one I had been putting my baggage in. It’s old and when I carried it around at the airport, I kept worrying that the handle would fall off. I decided to buy something new. 

I found a shop titled “Hans’s” and it sold all sorts of stuff. It was owned by a German guy. You could tell he was German, because he was blonde and talked . . . German. 

Me: Parlez-vous anglais?
Hans: Ya.
Me: do you have any backpacks?
Hans: Ya. Look in zee back. 

His shop was full of hats, shoes, coats, purses, and backpacks. 

Buying a backpack is fun–there are so many kinds. There are simple backpacks: ones that have a big compartment and two straps for holding it on your shoulders. And there are complicated backpacks: ones that have many compartments and several straps to hold it onto you, several other straps for holding other stuff onto it, and even more straps for holding it all together. 

There are large backpacks that could hold enough stuff for a camping trip in the wilderness, and there are small ones that can hold a candy bar. 

It’s important to buy a backpack that is the right size. You don’t want it too small because you will have to squeeze all your stuff in it. Then, when you open up the zipper all your stuff comes oozing out around you. But you don’t want one that’s too big, either. Then it is all big and floppy on your back. 


I found a brown backpack that was medium complicated. I put all the stuff in my suitcase in it, and it still had some room left–parfait! (that’s French for “perfect”). 

After paying Hans 50 Euros I walked outside the shop. What should I do with my old suitcase? I had owned it for a long time, and didn’t want to just throw it away. 

While I was walking down the street, thinking about this, a older lady holding several shopping bags walked up to me . . .

Older Lady: Speak English?
Me: Um, yes. 

She put down her shopping bags and held up a card with words on it.

Card: “I am from country of Moldova and is poor. I have no home. Please, if you spare money I thank you very very.” 

I didn’t know what to do, she might be lying about being from Moldova and being poor. I opened up my empty suitcase. 

Me: Here, you can put your stuff in my suitcase. I don’t need it anymore.
Older Lady: Oh, very nice. Thank, very nice. 

I helped her put the stuff from her shopping bags into the suitcase.

Then I took her card from her, turned it over and wrote: “Hello, I am from the country of Moldova and do not have a home or any money. If you can give me something, I will thank you very much.” 

I also put one of my little American flags in the suitcase. That way, she will remember America.

She looked happy. I hope I helped her.  

4 Responses to “Backpack”

  1. Mandy says:

    Very entertaining!

  2. Nice story, what next? 🙂

  3. Kristen B. says:

    Backpacks are fun!

  4. Heidi says:

    This is my favorite “Kevin” story.
    The pictures are great.

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