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So I went some places and saw some things…

A perfectly vague title for a perfectly vague blog. Bottom line: I went traveling for about a month and I went as far as my wallet could get me… Western Europe. Mode of transport: hitch hiking. Company: Me, myself and… Actually a lot of people!

I was going to give a very elaborate and perfectly chronological report on everything I saw and did, but I decided I’d rather talk randomly about all stuff until I feel like I’m finished. So to understand, here’s a very brief summary: I hitchhiked to Brussels with two other girls from uni, we did some tourist things, I met up with my friends and I enjoyed my last little bit of comfort zone before setting out alone. Then I went to France, I stayed in Taizé, a Christian community with international youth, for a week, then I decided to stay another week because it was awesome. In Taizé I found some awesome people to give me a ride to Switzerland, I went to Basel and Zurich for a couple of days. I continued to Austria, then Germany, then Luxembourg and from there back to the Netherlands.

What?! A girl hitchhiking alone?! Do you want to get yourself killed? Well, I’m actually surprised I didn’t die ten times over along the way.. For those who don’t know me, I’m really clumsy. I get myself into the weirdest and dumbest situations while at home, so I’m kinda proud that I made it ‘abroad’. I mean, I’m the girl that was still afraid to take a direct tram to school for 11 minutes by myself when I was 14 years old. The first time I went time I went to Brussels by myself I was terrified to take a train alone. I was nearly 18… Now I’m going hitchhiking by myself, which really isn’t that impressive but for someone that is actually scared most of the time, yeah I’m proud.

The thing I like most about this month is the things I got to learn and the people I got to know.

First of all, I’m a poor judge of character. On one hand I instantly hate 90% of the people I meet. On the other hand, I instantly trust every person I meet. So when I meet someone and hate them, I just switch off that feeling and switch to full naivety. ‘My first impressions suck, so this person must be nice, right?’ Witch hitchhiking that brought me to two completely different situations. In France, kinda close by Nancy when I was stranded without a single soul to pick me up I was walking somewhere at the lonely edge of some unknown village. About 15 minutes of walking later I see a car stop and a woman steps out and saves me from sleeping on not so comfy grass next to not so friendly sheep. Not only did she get me out of the middle of nowhere, no this women was amazing. She offers me her house to sleep in, use of her shower, she makes me a delicious salad and a fruit dessert and the next morning she personally drives me to the highway with a lunch pack with cookies and juice and fruit and a tiny quiche and cold water. I must be a very lucky person…

The second situation I won’t elaborate on too much. I stepped into a car, 5 minutes later I stepped out. Let’s just say I now know what kind of people to avoid and I got out really well, which is nice 🙂 After this interesting ride someone else picked me up. He seemed nice, so I stepped in, of course shaking like a scared puppy. He started blabbing to me in French about being a beekeeper and making wine. So I nodded and pretended to understand more than three words at the time. Suddenly this guy stops in the middle of the bushes and says in his best English ‘I want to show you my bees’. So naturally I start sweating and thinking I’m going to get raped and murdered. He steps out of the car, he takes me with him to the bushes and… He shows me his bees. Actual bees. I’ve never been so happy to see these stinging buzzing bastards. I got lucky again.

Another thing I’m really happy about is Taizé. Like I said, I came for one week and I stayed for two. As a student in cultural anthropology, as someone who is trying to figure out the meaning of life and as someone who loves music, I can say Taizé was definitely the place to be. Life in Taizé, if you’re a regular guest, basically lasts one week. You arrive on Sunday, you get an overview of the rules and activities, you make friends, you say goodbye to your friends while crying your eyes out, exchange contacts and start planning your next visit. A day in Taizé is as follows: You wake up at around 7 (or 8 in my case) and you join the morning prayer and (some) receive the Eucharist. (I did that one time for the first time! Interesting!) After that you join in breakfast with about 3000 other people (in holiday times ofc.) after breakfast you either have a kind of work or bible introduction. I started out with cleaning toilets in my first week. It was actually fun! They had this cool cleaning song that changed every day, and the people I cleaned with were pretty cool :). In the second week I was in the food distribution team. We handed out lunch to 2000 people every day for a week! That was really great, I definitely want to do that again. Also, I had a great team with great people who sang Disney songs with me and we played ukulele! After work we had the afternoon prayer and lunch. This was followed by bible introduction. First we discussed a bible text with a very big group, after which we split up in small groups to discuss a little more. With a little, I mean a lot. I love discussions, so I went full on. I had a really great small group that thought me great things about religion and weren’t afraid to defend their opinion. I really value the time I spent with them, and I’m even a little sad we don’t get to discuss like this anymore. After this it was around 5pm (or later, depending on how much we wanted to talk…) which was tea time. The tea in Taizé is a lie. It’s not tea, it’s water with sugar. But in severe heat, it’s oddly refreshing and I always really looked forward to tea time! One time, I took a friend to first aid and she got actual tea. With tea bag and all. We took a picture for the momentous occasion :). Ok back on track. After tea time you get to follow some really interesting workshops until it’s dinner time. (The last two days I joined the dinner distribution team as well, which was really cool! They were great!) After dinner you go to evening prayer and after that I would always go to Oyak. This is the place for people to hang out, get some drinks, get some guitars and sing. Yes that’s right, sing all the time. In these two weeks I sang so freaking much. In prayer we sang more classic church songs, at work I sang Disney and every song that came to mind (including a French song that a guy taught me when we cleaned toilets :)) and at night I sang at Oyak. I never stopped singing. This is also how I got to meet some really great musicians! In the first week there was a group of Germans with amazing voices and music skills, and in the second week I met two Germans who sang really new songs to me. The guy played guitar, while the girl played a kind of oriental drum while they both sang. Another guy, from Lithuania, joined and started completely improvising on his harmonica and his flute. Later I sang some classic worship songs with him as well 🙂 Man, I really really love singing. I rediscovered my passion for this in Taizé 😀

What interested me most was the structure in Taizé. Somehow, people from all over the world join up and live lives as Christians, whether they had zero religious background or were born, raised and dedicated Christians. They joined together, they accepted each other. They made friends in just a week, enough to cry over the, at the end. They quickly adapted to the structure, it became their routine overnight. They functioned as members of a community, in just one week. It’s like they built up an entire life overnight and after the week ended, so did that life. I had the privilege of staying for an extra week. I watched the majority of the population in Taizé change overnight. People came and went, and I stayed during that whole awkward goodbye fase when everyone was crying goodbyes to others and I just thought, hey, I’m staying. (Not so much for the crying… I guess I’m really getting used to this whole goodbye thing!) After that I got to start up the second week by meeting new people… Again. They got all settled in while I just though, hey, I’m here already. It’s so weird how everyone just arrives and naturally follows this rhythm that ends within days. Then they go back to live their lives, maybe changed, maybe not.

I loved seeing how Taizé worked and I kinda want to go back one time. Also to participate in a weekend of silence. I did my own little day of fake silence. Not that I didn’t communicate with people, or heavens forbid that I didn’t sing. I only did it to not use my voice to communicate. And it was hard. Everyone was talking to me and I didn’t know how to respond. I learned two thing from this. First: Man, I talk a lot. Crazy. I really should talk a little less in some occasions. Second: I like being silent. I really enjoy listening to other people. Knowing that, I’m gonna start finding key things that motivate other people to talk a lot, while forcing myself to shut up for more than two seconds so I can actually know people. That’ll be interesting 🙂

I also really liked meeting the people I met. I heard new stories every day from people everywhere. In the second week I met a really nice Swedish girl. It’s too bad we only had a week, I feel like we could be good friends 🙂 I was even kinda sad to leave because of her and because of all the other friends I made and things I learned and saw in Taizé. To make it harder to leave, this girl gives me a bubble blower with a plane from Disney on it!! (I lost my bubble blower the week before and I was really sad.. Yes, a bubble blower is in my standard travel kit.) I really had a good time there, but for someone that’s allergic to routine, I think it was good to keep moving 🙂

So at this point, the real travel started. I was dropped off in Switzerland by some really nice people. I had zero planning, no idea where I was, no idea where to sleep and zero sense of direction… I made it off quite well 🙂

Up until now traveling alone has taught me two things (aside from the million other things I learned). First: You’re never alone. Really. In cars, in hostels, in the city. You meet people constantly, you’re socializing constantly, and it’s great! Second: The perfect contradiction. Sometimes you’re really alone. At some petrol stations I was waiting by myself for such a long time, constantly talking to people and seeing people, but there I was, basically on my own until some passer by showed mercy on me. Ok, it wasn’t that dramatic most of the time, but sometimes it was. One time I ended up sleeping against a wall at the petrol station, sleeping bag over my head, pretending to be a garbage bag for passerby’s. Another time I spent around 2 hours waiting for a ride when worlds cutest family (mom, dad and baby) picked me up, gave me a bed for the night, breakfast and my ride the next morning. In between the best and the worst cases it comes down to its essence. Just you. I loved it most of the time. Doing my own thing, going wherever I pleased, getting stuck in bushes near the main road because I thought it looked interesting two hours before. But I also really like having a friend nearby.

After admiring the beauty of Switzerland and Austria and feeling in heaven multiple times is continued on to Germany. About three days in advance I asked my friend where in Germany she lived, I warned her I was coming and three days later I stood at her doorstep. Or rather, I stood in a big field as far as the eye reaches that was the closest to her doorstep I could get dropped off. (confusing sentence..) Little did I know that she lives a couple miles away from the middle of nowhere. But it was great 🙂 about 10 minutes in, I realized I hardly knew anything about her. We met in Ghana, later we met again with a group of old volunteers and now here I am in Germany realizing we never talked that much. So this time we did. I quote: “We shared pee stories, now we’re friends.” Sadly I’m not going to elaborate on this hilarious story. So I ate pasta and drank coffee with an Italian family (I’m so lucky) we made music and I got to be a typical tourist!

After two days there she went with me to Stuttgart and we got to stay at her best friend’s house for the night, which was also really fun. Now comes the awesome: when I left she actually left a secret present in my bag that I could only open after she left… She gave me her cool awesome bag and her two kashaka!! I mean, who does that? Why would she… Ok let me explain why I’m so happy, I tend to break things. I’m dumb like that. So I took a bag that I severely overused during this trip and it was ripped from all sides. I was sad, because I hate breaking things, especially when I got them from Ghana. Besides that, being a big idiot, I also broke my kashaka that someone went through the effort of getting for me from Ghana! I probably used it too much… Then hero comes along and gives me the two things I really want and need, without me even asking! Plus, I got a jar of homemade jam that I’m eating as I type 🙂 again, I’m so lucky. (Fun fact: My mom likes the jam too!)

So after Germany I went to Luxembourg, which was really nice. The city is beautiful! It kinda surprised me how small it was, and that it had different levels. That basically meant me climbing up hills just to sightsee… I liked it from the moment I was at the top! On the way from Luxembourg to the Netherlands I got really lucky again. Someone picked me up from out of the rain, he drove me to Liège and on the way he stopped at a restaurant and got me dinner!

In this month I got to meet over a hundred nice people, I was in around 40-50 different cars, I saw 6 countries, 10 different cities, loads of amazing sights, I slept in 2 stranger’s houses, 2 friend’s houses, one friend a friend’s house, two freakishly fancy hostels, a Christian community, an occupied house and a petrol station and I got to learn around 5 extra languages to say goodnight in. I loved it 🙂

Going back home was kinda nice too, I was getting tired of living out of a backpack… Pfff, who am I kidding. It took me three seconds of being home to get bored. I need to travel, I have to! I want to go to see Great Britain, and I want to see the whole of Eastern Europe and then I want to see the whole of the world. During this month I, as always, thought a lot about the meaning of life and seeing the world and my urge to keep moving. I just decided that this is the way my life is. Maybe one day I’ll find a place that feels like I can be there for a long time and maybe one day I’ll find the person I should be. But I really think, at least for ‘me’ I will spend my life searching. I don’t want to know who I am or where I’m going. I want to see it all.

So the clue of this essay long ‘summary’ of my holiday: I get lucky a lot.

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So I did some stuff and saw some things…

Oh my God, where do I start??

I could start with a chronological overview of what exactly I’ve been up to all this time… But the word chronological hardly exists in my vocabulary. So good luck trying to get what I’m saying, because chances are I hardly understand half of what I’m typing either!

Starting with last night… My first rainstorm in Africa! Seriously at one point I thought the wind was just blowing a little harder than usual and within 15 minutes the porch was flooded! Normal people go hide out inside in these moments right? Well I’m never really normal, so instead I went to walk around in the rain for at least 30 minutes. One of the happiest moments for me 😀 Did I mention I LOVE rain? What I didn’t love was the fact that the power went out. Having no power here basically means two things. Being cut off from the rest of the world, and more importantly… No Fan. DO you have any idea how hard it is to sleep without a fan in Ghana? It’s so. Freaking. Hot. In the end I think I might have slept 2 hours or something, so I feel *uhum* wide awake!

And this morning of course, we found out that there was no running water…  Again. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. The first day I came here there was no running water, so I enjoyed some ‘great’ bucket showers… (Ok it wasn’t really that bad, just a bit different.) Side note, there’s also no washing machine here, so today I hand washed my clothes for the first time.

Hmm, let’s just take a sec to look at the differences between the Netherlands and Ghana… Maybe I should look at the similarities instead, to save time xD Ok but seriously, wauw! I expected change, lots of it. But even though I saw it coming, I’m still surprised at how different it is here. Some things are exactly as you might expect from Africa. Like the women carrying Everything around on their heads. I even tried doing that, and surprisingly, it’s not hard at all! What was a big shocker for me was everything involving public transport. If the place you have to go to is not too far away, you just take a taxi, preferably a shared one. You can share a taxi with friends, or complete strangers and you’ll end up paying about 1 cedi per person. (That’s about 30 eurocents) For the places that are a bit farther away, like a 30-45 minute bus ride you take a tro tro. Now those things are so ghetto xD It’s like this little van that fits about 16 people in it. You have enough space to sit, but don’t expect it to be anything like a normal bus, because it’s not :D. You have a lot less space for yourself. And bus times? Who needs bus times?! People we live in Ghana and here we have this little thing called Ghana time. Basically meaning when you set a time for an event, don’t expect people to show up anywhere close to the time you set. Two hours later is more like it, but I’d keep 3 hours in mind, just to be sure. I think the tro tro’s are partly to blame… They come by when they do, so don’t rush yourself too much to get on one. You have to look at the hand signs the bus guy makes to figure out where the bus is headed, and you just have to figure out for yourself where you should get off. The doors open and close manually while the bus is still driving. Makes perfect sense right? The main plus point is that it costs you only about 1 cedi! I’m liking these tro tro’s xD

Oh oh and about the fishing village! So on Monday til Thursday nights a bunch of people go to teach at a fishing village. The houses there… Man, I could never imagine myself living in such a house! But to get to my point; At the fishing village we have this street reserved for the classes. What we do is we take out some chairs and tables, we put them on the middle of the street and magically the chairs fill up with children Wanting to learn! I mean, how cool is that!! The kids are just amazing! And there are different kids every day, so you never know what you end up with. I’d be lying if I said it was easy though… I  tried to fill in for class 0 one time… I. Suck. It was awful xD The kids didn’t understand a word I was saying! So I decided to start learning Ga, the language these kids speak. I know some basic words in Ga now, but it’s pretty hard to learn for me xD

Oh, the market! So a while ago we went to the Art center, which is basically a market. The stores are all open, and everything is pretty cramped. There’s colour everywhere and more importantly, there are people that desperately want to sell things to the “Obroni’s”. because, we’re white right? That must mean we’re rich! Well… I’m not, so sorry guys… But they still tried. At one point people were literally grabbing my arms to pull me inside their shop! Sorry dude, I don’t want paintings. No thank you. Nope, we’re ok. I repeated those three sentences continuously over about a hour. O.o

Oh and my kids went dancing! Did I ever mention before that I’m secretly very bad with kids? I’m just so awkward, and they all look at me like, what are you trying to do? No I do not want to see a funny face and no I do not want to play with your teddy bear. In any case, right here I’m becoming quite the mother… Ok not completely of course, but I already feel like I would do anything to make sure these kids have a good life J And last Thursday the kids had a dance performance! It was actually a graduation for a hair dresser academy, which was really amazing in its own way! The hairstyles these people came up with, dayum O.O It was so weird that at one point the hair wasn’t even attached to their heads! They built the weirdest structures on top of their heads!

Aaanyway, when the kids started dancing… I was so proud!! You could just see the looks on people’s faces when a bunch of Obroni’s pushed their way to the front to film these awesome kids! I didn’t even care at that point, I was like, excuse me, can you get out of my way real quick so I can see my babies dance? Yes, you can take all the pictures you want of me and all my whiteness, but do it After I filmed them and screamed my lungs out ok? Thank you. Ok ok, not literally, but you get my drift. I really want to be a mother later. I just have so much love to give these kids, and the more I give, the bigger the amount of love I have is! :’D

I really need to start uploading some pictures soon, because I wanna show the world all this adorableness!! 😀

I didn’t see the older kids for about 2 days and when I saw them again they all came running toward me, hugging me, yelling my name. “Sam, Sam! Look what I can do!” “You sing for me! Wion King!” Did I mention I lost my heart to them? Well I’m mentioning it again xD

Seriously, if you ever have the chance in your life to come to Ghana and to do this project, DO IT. I hear people saying “I wish I did that when I was your age.” Well guess what, I Am my age and I’m having the time of my life 😀 I love adventures like this :’)

Adventure on my way!

You know that feeling that when you have a lot to do, everything else looks interesting? “I have tons of homework tonight but oh my God, look at this wall! O.o” But when you don’t have a lot to do, the wall suddenly turns back into a regular white wall in your room that reminds me that I once had the intention of painting it…

In any case… Yeah, my vacation has started. For almost a full month now and I still didn’t write all the cool things I had in mind when I was supposed to do my homework -_- But next to my laziness, in these few weeks a lot of good stuff happened ^^. Right around the time that everyone heard they were graduating, I heard that I had to retake my worst subject in order to pass. But after buckets of tears (ok that’s not true, I’m not that much of a crybaby xD) and a self designed maths boot camp I actually passed my test! So yeah that’s the really good news, I graduated 😀 For me that meant two things, Finally freedom! And a decision that I want to tell the world about, because it’s so freaking epic 😀

Ooh! I can see my new future voluntaries house from here! xD

Dear whoever takes the time to read this blog, I’m going away ^_^ Instead of going to university next year to continue the boring life of education, I’ve decided to take a gap year to do voluntary work in Ghana 😀 The irony here is that I’m not going away from the education part at all. Instead I’m going to be an English teacher for the little kids in Ghana, putting my International Baccalaureate diploma (wauw that sounds fancy (H) ) to good use. Besides that I’m also going to volunteer in an orphanage. I am really really looking forward to these 8 months I’m going, I can’t even describe how much! The thing is that I’ve always been kind of an adventure addict and this adventure has been one of my biggest dreams my entire life ever since I knew voluntary work existed! When I was about 4-5 I found out that the world was bigger than only Curacao and I Immediately wanted to go away to explore. When I came to the Netherlands I found out this country was still too small for me. When I was 10 I heard about voluntary work and by the age of 12 I had decided the exact time I was going to take a gap year. Of course no one believed me at that time because I was young and naïve xD Actually, I’m still young and naïve. A young and naïve girl that is going to follow her dream of more than a decade! Dreams don’t always come true, but this one will, which is absolutely awesome 😀

So yeah, I’m going to Ghana by myself. I’m so curious how it will be, what I will see and how I will grow in those 8 months. The other side of the medallion though is both a bit frightening and a bit hilarious xD You see, I make a point of not being a cry baby and a strong independent person… But I’m almost 100 percent sure that I’ll cry buckets of tears for having to miss the people that are precious to me for 8 months. It’s not like they can come along for a random visit all of a sudden while I’m in the land of far far away. I’m realising more and more that going even one month without seeing people I care about in real life instead of skype is killing me. So yeah, I guess my inner cry baby will let itself go free -_-

But the buckets of tears wouldn’t only be from being homesick. You see, I have this fear of bugs… A few days ago I was cleaning my backyard that had transformed into little less than a jungle and, well, I ran inside hyperventilating and nearly crying because of the disgusting creatures I found hiding between the weeds T_T. A few weekends ago I was staying in a house with a few friends when they suddenly heard a weird squeal from upstairs. Yeah, that was me running away from a creature with awful long hairy thin legs that started jumping around me >_<. I’m getting all itchy by even writing this and I expect to survive 8 months in Ghana with creatures I don’t know crawling around me? Well, it’s for the greater good huh xD At least none of my friends would be around to film my girly screams and torture me with it for the rest of my life. I swear I’m not a girly girl but man, bugs just freak me out! I’ll find a way to deal with it there I guess… For now I’ll just look forward to one of the most awesome things I have looked forward to in my life 😀 Accra, prepare yourself ‘cause here I come 😀 So from now, excpect an addition to this blog. It will now also be my Adventure Diary ^_^ Ooh that sounds good, I’m gonna make a category for that one xD

Day 6: Start a story with: “He glanced at his watch impatiently…”

The strongest bond

The strongest bond

Mysterious Twins

He glanced at his watch impatiently. 3 Minutes was all he had to do it. Millions of times he went over the exact steps he had to take in those minutes. There was only 1 hour left before the plan was set in motion. He pictured the faces of the two children again. Two hopeless little beings, a boy and a girl of only 7 years old and cursed with the gift of the Twins. Ruthlessly taken away from their parents, unknowing of what was to come. Little did they understand of what the Section had in mind for the. He was there to stop it from happening. 30 Minutes left. He stared at the sea again. The water that seemed so calm and peaceful would soon start rising above his head. One wrong step and he would be engulfed in the waves before he had the chance to even enter the cave. All would be lost. A cold shiver went down his spine. What if the clues they had found were false, making the entire investigation a failure? What if he got inside only to find that they weren’t there? He knew that this might be the last few moments he had. He tried to enjoy the last time he could feel the warm sea breeze on his face, the last  perfect sunset he might ever see, but he couldn’t He anxiously glared at his watch again. 15 Minutes. He visualised the information they gave him. He had 30 seconds to enter the cave before the water would make it impossible. Left at the red stalagmite, over the perfect round hole, push against the dented rock and walk towards the ‘black face’. 5 Minutes left. He knew he should take exactly 10 steps to the left, go through the ‘invisible door’. 45 degrees to his right he should see a pointed ledge and on top of it was the cage. He would find them there behind the 5 steel bars. He would walk closer toward them and then. Only 10 seconds left. After that he had to make the Connection. He knew exactly what to do. 5… 4… His heart started beating wildly in his chest. 3… 2… 1…


His look changes into one of determination. The waves lifted just enough for him to slip through toward the entrance of the cave. Light as a feather he hopped from stone to stone and in front of him he saw a small crack in the wall getting closer. Forcing himself to calm down, he took a deep breath and made himself as small as possible to push himself through the crack. He slowly felt his feet sinking away into the rising water. “Be like the snake.” He told himself over and over. The water almost reached his neck and after seconds that felt like hours he managed to fit through. Without delay he ran towards the red stalagmite and took a left turn. In front of him he saw a long tunnel with at the end a big black hole. As fast as he could he ran toward the hole and with a giant leap he landed on the other side of it. His hands started scanning the wall in high speed for the dent. After being unable to find it for a few precious seconds he almost felt like he had a heart attack. Yet again he forced himself to breathe and quickly after his spirits lifted, feeling the slight dent in the wall. As soon as he pressed against the dent the wall started moving, revealing a pitch dark tunnel. He quickly flicked on the flashlight he had gotten out of his pockets and moved forward again. While hopping over from pillar to pillar he desperately tried to forget the danger of taking one wrong step, causing him to fall hundreds of metres to his death. He decided to look straight forward, switching off his mind, when he saw a ‘the face’ in the corners of his eyes. A black statue of the face of Section. He out his hands on the statue and turned it around until it was facing his left and he heard a loud click. Counting out loud to be absolutely sure he took 10 steps to his left and focussed on the wall in front of him. There, barely noticeable he spotted the edge of a door. Quickly storming through the door he found himself in a dark room. Immediately a eerie feeling befell him and he noticed that the room reeked of fresh blood and death. 45 degrees to his right he saw a ledge that looked like a perfect triangle. He saw the 5 steel bars standing before him in an intimidating way and he flashed the light in the cage. His heart sank. There was no one. Despair reached it’s climax and all his hope was burnt to ashes. Everything was lost. Just when he was about to throw himself to the ground he heard a soft weeping. Quickly he aimed the flashlight toward the cage again and there, in a small corner he saw the two children, silently crying. The fear in their eyes was overwhelming, but he had to force himself to get over it. “Give me your hands!” Het shouted. The children clutched each other and tried to back away a bit more. The tears were flowing out of their eyes and they were shaking to their very cores. Suddenly he noticed the moist streams flowing over his cheeks. Was it the seawater he had been in a few moments ago? Were they tears? He didn’t have the time to think about it. “NOW!” He screamed even louder then before. His voice was shaking and his hands were trembling. The Twins doubtingly approached him. Their hands were soft and cold, but they were steady. Maybe this was their strength. Desperately he tried to make the connection, but his mind had shut him away. He felt the little hand of the boy clutching him more and he looked into his eyes. “Calm down. Focus.” The boy said. His calmness was overwhelming, almost surreal. He took another very deep breath to calm himself down. When he managed to focus again he felt the power of the Twins flowing through his veins and his eyes emitted a bright white light. The Connection was made. He focussed on the location they had told him about. The vague image of the trees in his mind became clearer every second and after a while they found themselves in the forest. They were saved. The twins collapsed into the soft grass and he felt a daze taking him over. With the last bit of strength he had he carried them to the hollow tree and covered them with a woollen blanket. Seconds later he fell into a long and dreamless sleep.

Today I decided I’d make good use of the time I spend in class doing absolutely nothing! Since Someone had to be ill during class and I had to sit alone, I decided to work on the challenge. Never thought I’d have some good inspiration while listening to worlds most boring teacher! Well for this story as for all until now I didn’t want to take an obvious idea and I tried to make use of my full creativity. The first thing I thought about was writing about a guy who had to wait for his date, but that seemed really lame. Now I think about it, next time I might chose that kind of approach instead of taking the usual fantasy/suspense view to a story for once ^_^ Anyway, this story looks like it’s still unfinished (like most do) so maybe I might make it longer some other time 😀 For now it’s just another challenge day done 😀

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