“I see” Mohammed says, thoughtfully. “So you are not worried about hitchhiking… What is it that you worry about?” “Oh, you know, just the usual stuff. Existential dread. Dieing alone. Cancer. Boredom. Compared to stuff like that hitchhiking is a breeze…”
…I got the urge to shave my head one day. When my flatmates got home, they burst out laughing. You look like a skinhead, they tell me. Then suddenly Leon snaps his fingers. I’ve got an idea he says… Asi is a chef. He is passionate about cooking and a great story teller. He chats…
We’re eastward-bound. After a very restful night at Gilles apartment in Strasbourg, he drops us off at the side of the highway. Our objective is Frankfurt, but Gilles is dubious. “I don’t think you can get a ride here to Germany. Here in Strasbourg everyone going to Germany just buys cigarettes and comes straight…