Welcome to Europe!

IMG_4280I am not afraid of refugees. I am afraid that even more people die without help. Yesterday, today and almost everyday people die (children also!) at the sea here in Lesvos. ( Lesvos is Europe!) That this things keep happening, this yes, I’m afraid.

Yesterday I hugged a girl that her boat was drowing at the sea. She couldn’t even speak for hours.

I heard about war. About having hundreds of dead bodies on the street.

I’m afraid of living in this fake and unfair safe society while I could have helped even more.

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ByeBye our new friends

After annoying three weeks of waiting we just left our car behind and traveled by train and bus 28h upon Budapest to Sofia. But that was definitely worth it! The first day with our wonderful interpreter Jana was fantastic. With initial disbelief, skepticism, and uncertainty, we look forward with optimism to the next two weeks in the most exciting district of Sofia…

Karuna is happy to have the suitable hairstyle, Elisa is pleased that so tough guys can be so nice and Toni -despite her 1.84m- let some balls into the goal. Jana has just warned us to play football in flip-flops on the concrete ground covered with broken glass and horse shit. We have ignored the first warning call of our interpreter and were rewarded with a magnificent game.

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First day of travel

Back to the roots

The first day of travel

Before we actually started we had to pick up a gift. Khan is a refugee who came to live in Germany searching for a better job. He lives in a refugee support home and asked us to take something to Pakistan. We got lost on the way to the refugee support home and when we finally got there we noticed it was not really a gift, but a huge personal suitcase he wanted us to take to Pakistan. Unfortunately, we do not have much space and we ended up leaving the suitcase with Khan in Germany.
All in all, it was our first contact of misunderstanding. We had interpreted directly something more into the idea of taking something / some present for the wedding of his daughter. He simply thought we are going to his family at home, so we can take his unnecessary clothes. 3 hours of detours later, at least with some helpful hints about Pakistan, we picked up Korbi…

Finally, our last stop before taking the road was in Happing where Korbi, our 4th man, was anxiously waiting for us because it was late and Korbi does not like driving at night.
We left towards Liguria a region of Italy where we intend to make our first real break.  About 300 km later we decided to spend the night in Aachensee lake. To reach the lake we pass through a small mountain and we already found our first hurdle with the car. The engine has warmed up very quickly and we had to wait for an hour before we could continue.
We spent the night at the lakeside to celebrate Karuna’s birthday with a good wine.

We woke up with the whistle of a steam train passing bordering the lake.
After breakfast, we had a meeting and we took the road.

All seemed well.
I was focused on my text when suddenly I realize that we are standing at a gas station. The engine is very hot and  Korbi said: “so we will never arrive in India.”
Possibilities? Go and pack up the car in the middle of somewhere or return.

This time I can say that actually burn the start.