I buy a smoked bream at roadside stall trucker. The day starts to cloud over. I turn the bike at the sign “camping”, towards the sea. After a while, I approach the restaurant with quite expensive accommodation. There is no need to stay here, so I order some beer. Having a nice chat with pleasant waitresses I get the permission to eat my smoked fish there. The restaurant is empty. Just me, beer and my smoked fish - what a feast, with an incredible view to the sea!
Later I run to the beach near the enormous boulders. It seems like giants’ bones lying around next to the cost. The wind carries the waitress’ words up: “Touch your hand! Make a wish!” To be honest, I don’t want to touch them. I have a feeling – my wishes are coming true – even without them…