It have always been the first autumn colors I recognized: the trees between the canal and the Diplomatic Compound on my way to office. This fall is the last time I will witness this change. The temperatures are dropping sharply and very soon there will be the first freezing nights, followed by a deep winter. The spitting patches on the streets will freeze first, which makes it easier to set the foot in public space. Then the canal will turn into ice and the skaters will make their rounds. The fishermen will make holes into the ice and sit on camping chairs waiting for their catch. This year I will not stay long enough to commute to work by ice skates. A few more weeks and I am gone for good. It has been a long time.