Oh, to be as young and careless as we were three years ago when we went on a camping trip to the nearby village. After an hour's train ride from the hustle and bustle of the city, we arrived there. It was so sunny and green. Peaceful. We found a lovely meadow with huge tree and tall grass. We set up our tents and fireplace, cooked dinner and fooled around.

We wandered around the village, exploring it. Played twister for hours until our limbs turned sore. Went for a swim in a clear lake, splashed around, played with local kids and tanned on a sandy shore. Watched the stars and sat by the fire chatting about everything and nothing drinking tea and listening quiet music from the last charged phone.