Sunday, 30 March 2014
Europe in six days I
Kristina is Greek. Jakub is Pole. We are in a hotel in Hisar, to meet other European volunteers. Standing in a cycle and looking from one to another, is like looking north, east, south and west. My head is spinning. Kristina is Greek. Jakub is Pole. I cannot remember any other name. I have hardly slept the night before it feels as if I was drunk and could not get sober. I am excited. And I am willing to get lost in translation. If getting lost in translation is as good as getting lost in a city.