289 km. Szczerców. My feet hurt.
30 minutes to go. Just brakfast. Nights are cold: 5-6 Celcius. Today may rain. But a little. Time to go.
In such a moment in time they’re no more words. Simple duties remain. Prepare to exit. The rest is like a movie. You can see it, but you are not taking part in it. Not any longer.
There are two options . A joke or a tragedy
Time has disappeared. It’s almost shocking.