Two September 2005. My footsteps echo through the house, which is now totally empty, except for me and my two guests from Vladivostok. This morning it’s not just they who’ll be leaving with their backpack, it’s also me who’s going away. The first hitchhiking destination will be my parents place. And then? My destination is unknown and planning is nearly non-existing.

I just know that I need to go. I’ve no insight whatsoever in my current financial situation, and I’ve got no home, no work and no belongings to return to. The only thing I do have is the faith that I can and will deal with whatever happens.

Now it’s already one year of nomadism. One year of constant travels, one year of homelessness. What happened?

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One thing I realise while camping in the Polish mountains is that I’ve been trying to get to St.Petersburg for a long, long time now. Although I know I want to go there, it might just not be a real goal of mine, otherwise I’d have been there by now. So one day I go online in a library in a small and touristy mountain village, cancel all of my appointments, and give myself the freedom to really go wherever I want.

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Life in the Slovakian farm community is amazing! I’ve met brave people living in tipi’s (and in winter it can get down to -30 celsius!). I learned to work the sickle, scythe and pickaxe (I always thought those only existed in communist propaganda and nethack), I’ve been chasing escaped chickens and goats, and getting eggs from the first, and milk from the last ones.

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