After figuring out what to put inside of our
sandwiches (sorry Christina for we didn’t left any for you) and slowly
gathering all our bags into one big pile. It was time to leave. Some of us
already left. Our little roller coaster which was still somehow was shaped as a
bus. Started to speed up and the vast white fields slowly disappeared behind
us. Our 3 hour long journey was the same as usual. Loud laughs, some sleeping
or just silently enjoying the company of others. Even that we did not want to
belive in it at first. We realised we reached the capital. We jumped out of the
bus. Grabbed our luggage. To wander around a bit in the city. First we lost
what is left of the Romanian team and then the Czech. Only the brave Cypriots
and Hungarians dared to stand against the cold winds. Until we found shelter in
the mall at the Central Station. Where a really nice lady was giving away free
lollipops. We got separated into two mixed teams, and we went to the Uprising
Museum. We spent like 3 hours there maybe a bit less or even more. The museum
was amazing every detail and part. It felt like a theater where instead of
actors the walls and columns were the ones telling the tale. After a point the
others actually had to ring us up to meet and leave. We went back to the
station, and we found our lost Romanians who managed to walk for a good 1,5
hour to reach their accomondation which was 10 minutes from where the bus left
us.
Nevertheless we were happy to see them. So we had a great feast together. Also
i went to buy some Soplica as it is the best gift anyone can think of.
Unfortunatelly me and Szabolcs had to leave at 19:30 and slowly more and more
people left. But of course with our final hugs and goodbyes we promised to
visit and meet each other if we can.
Afterall these invisible dotted lines are what matter the most.
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