Keep rolling under the stars

What I love about travellings is the possibility not only to escape from the routine and visit very new places you have never been to before but as well to challenge oneself, to look inside of you, to learn something new and unexpected about oneself. What is more exciting and thrilling is that you never know where advantures are going to happen to you. The greatest things in life come free to us. You have to be open for them. Then they will capture you. And inevitably they will turn into memories one day. But these reminiscences you will cherish till the end of your days. Because they worth it.

My adventure began at the airport. I was going to visit my friend who lives in Cologne/ Germany. I had an indirect flight from Saint-Petersburg to Cologne through Munich. It happened to me that I missed my flight for no particular reason. I was 16 and I was abroad alone and couldn't collect oneself. I could barely stand upright when I found out in what trouble I got into. I was way too anxious. I even thought of going to Cologne by feet or in other case to bum a ride. But I was lucky enough and the nice woman helped me out. It opened to me that she spoke my mothertongue and I felt a kind of protected and not so lonely. Sometimes I think I forced her to help me. She was registering passengers on the plane. And I was jumping around attracting her attention. She knew in what situation I was and she was tranquil and asked me to calm down. But of course, I could not. And all passengers, I believe they were all germans, they were all eyes. In the end, she handed me my new boarding pass and told me to hurry up unless I want to miss another flight. I was over the moon and I ran up to her, I was about to cry, I hugged her so tight that she hardly could breathe. I thanked her for her kindness. She smiled and walked me to the bus. Then another person I would always remeber was the bus driver. All passengers had been already on the airplane waiting for me, and so there was only the busdriver and I in the bus. I hardly remember his features but I remember his kind smile and sparkling eyes. He couldn't speak english and I could only speak rusty german. But that was the moment when you do not need language to understand somebody. Just the inner sense. And kind smile. That's enough. That's all what matters. We spoke a bit and he wished me a good trip. And waved at me. And I waved back. And I cried on the plane. And thanked the universe for all I have.