I was 17. From the first salary I bought a big brother as a gift. I am in the city, my brother is in the village, 120 km. I don’t seem to be an athlete, even though I’m not an athlete. Give me, I think, your way.

I remembered from school that the great rides 20 km / h, counted 6 hours of driving. Oh, what to go there. In order not to breathe the traffic jams and not quite to drive in the heat, started at 6 in the morning.

The first 60 kilometers were wonderful. Sunshine, may, the machines bicycle, encouraging. True, I’ve been driving for 5 hours... It’s only in the textbooks that points move straight.

Then came the circle of hell. I did not look at the forecast, and the first round was the rain. Luckily, I took the laundry to the laundry and wrapped it in.

Then came hunger. I thought I’d go to my grandmother’s barbecue for lunch. And the money was all under me, there was no food. There were 35 km to the house.

When the forces seemed to have exhausted, and the darkness could hide me, shame, from rare cars, I tried to sleep on the side in a bunch of seed. The bed with you. But the mosquitoes are already awake, warm up and hint that I have a lot of strength :)

We arrived in the village at 10 p.m. He dragged the device to the second floor, frightened his grandmother and went to bed for a day.