





MOTORHOME TRAVEL 🧳 (swipe for photos)
After walking around the city, I went to look for a place to spend the night. Just look what place I found. With a view of the waterfall, around the mountains and a large lake.
But I was little upset by the fact that it was already the 4th day of my trip, and I did not see the Alps, because the weather was very cloudy. I have always dreamed of coming to Switzerland and seeing the Alps. When I was a сhild, I watched commercials about Milka chocolate and these memories left an imprint in my head of beautiful Switzerland with mountains, green meadows and many cows. But I'm out of luck.
I cooked dinner, took out a bottle of martini that I brought from Poland and drаnk it while enjoying the silence and the sounds of nature. In the morning I was on my way to the Swiss city of Bern ❤️
Calmness, joy and something divine enveloped the shoulders with an invisible blanket. For a few seconds I experienced this wonderful feeling - I'm at home. Because I never had a home. All my life I have been constantly moving from place to place. Even as a сhild, I didn't feel it. My parents often kicked me out of the house, I wandered the streets and friends. I was lonely and sad, as sad as a сhild who is not loved.
Feel - That's what I came here for. I seem to have learned how to do it. As if half the time I began to think and analyze, the second - to live like a machine.
As if before I was different: light, crazy and ... happy. Or maybe not?!
The past is the most terrible trap, a swamp that draws you into the abyss with the illusion that it used to be better. The trick of the past is that it is the first to drag uncomfortable, bad moments into its abyss. And it seems to us that where we are no longer there, everything was perfect. I really needed answers.
To be continued…