The day is September 15th 2012 and I have just hitchhiked from Oslo, to Malmö, Sweden. I’ve been in 6 different cars (including a police car) and I’m so high on life I can’t get my pulse down.
I’ve left everything behind, made space for new impressions and encounters. Tomas, the first person to give me a lift told me about his job as a director of a book-factory, Valentin was on his way to a date and told me about when he moved from Romania to Sweden because his parents got bankrupt, and lost everything they owned because of the economical crisis. After only a few minutes in the Jureen sisters’s car, they were pouring red wine in my glass and bringing me to a psychedelic art exhibition.
I was only 560km away from the place I used to call home, had more than 9000km to hitchhike ahead of me.
I felt so alive. I barely slept. I snapped this picture.
And now I find myself back where I left off in 2012. Trying to edit this Oslo Beirut book that I want to publish. But I can’t think of anything else than the fact that I’ll soon be on the road again. 2015 will be the year where I continue this adventure.
I’m hitchhiking to Japan and will stay there for a year.