helena was helena. we were still fighting about chappatis! of course, this was all symbolic. she was on her way to india and needed a travelling companion. problem is that our ways of travelling are not compatible. she prefers a certain level of home comforts and the direct flight there, i prefer the rough and tumble of adventurous overland travel. india is always calling but it's not the time for me now. there was no room for compromise.
the autumn was in full swing, the trees more or less denuded of their leaves, and it was some beautiful colours to see in the forest... when i could be motivated to leave the house. she was sick and i was not being very helpful... i got the feeling she was milking it a little. the games we play.
after ten days of being holed up in branik, i made my escape. we got the bus together to smichov and said our goodbyes. i took the tube to nove butovice and the hitching point to plzen and germany.
the autumn was in full swing, the trees more or less denuded of their leaves, and it was some beautiful colours to see in the forest... when i could be motivated to leave the house. she was sick and i was not being very helpful... i got the feeling she was milking it a little. the games we play.
after ten days of being holed up in branik, i made my escape. we got the bus together to smichov and said our goodbyes. i took the tube to nove butovice and the hitching point to plzen and germany.
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