Across the Balkans

And so we decided to go again. Not to run away from all, but to run to it before it changes and fade. Starting in Slovakia, we made a van our home, we followed the rain and the cold of autumn to reach the sea one day. Driving the road, the more I look, the more I think that we will never touch even the surface of reality.

Driving 5000 kilometers in two weeks was a challenge sometimes not easy, but definitely something to learn from. And so we did: relied on strangers, were sometimes scared, saw cities and tasted them, saved a turtle walking through the road, lost home and found it again, smelled rain or got lost and asked for the way thousand times. One day in the empty beaches of Albania and then in Montenegro’s old streets, places are made of thousands of stories. Some of them are now ours, but there is still too much to see…