I walked away from the city. The Sun was going down, and ran into some guys
in sleeping bags by the riverside. I asked if they have a cigarette. One of them gave me
one.

You have a cigarette?

Yes. Here you go.

What are you guys doing here?

We came for a soccer game. We are from Berlin.

Oh, cool. Thanks for the cigarette.

Where you going?

I am going to the highway, and hitch hike.

All right, see you man.


At the highway I was picked up, and arrived next morning in Austria to my grandmother's village.

I arrived to Wells, where she lived. She was happy to see me. I spent the night there, she
gave me food, a few hundred dollars which I didn't ask for, and I took off toward Hungary
on the train the next day where I had some friends.