As the man with the little bottle filled with a transparent fluid sitting opposite to us doesn’t stop to hassle us in a friendly way, I stop to fight my tiredness. My eyes close. After we pass the gypsy settlings, built next to the tracks I don’t see anything of the way between Sofia and Pernik. Time after time my head tilts from one side to the other, my brain wants to go to deep sleep mode, I don’t want my mouth to open. Half sleeping I am dreaming until a tender hand on my cheek wakes me. “Anna we are there” Yoana whispers, I follow here to the exit where Jakub and Andrzej are sitting. Andrzej looks at me with big eyes and acts astonishment.
Our bus is already coming Yoana points out to me, because I’m about to light up a cigarette again. I think she is asking if I’m a heavy smoker, then she says we could also wait for the next bus, it´s going to arrive in ten minutes. “No, no, or?” everyone is looking at me supportively, hesitantly I’m holding the cigarette between my fingers, which I’m about to put back into the packet. “ I’ll wait until later” I say. In the bus we get our tickets, which we have to put into a kind of hole puncher. When hitting it from the bottom, it punches two little holes into the yellow paper ticket. Being seated we are told that the ticket inspectors are very strict when they find someone trying to dodge the fare. This information motivates Jakub to hectically search for his ticket in one of his very many pockets of his jacket. I’m afraid he will rather lose his ticket than find it, the way he his hand quickly slips into and out of his pockets. He finally finds it in his passport. We laugh.
My nervousness is politely keeping itself in the background. I'm glad for the one and a half hour advantage, for the time I already got to spend with Yoana and Andrzej. Kindness can be found everywhere. You stumble across it. Like over roots, or gold seams.