Living on the Road - No Stage: Stranded in Germany
After more than seventeen months on the road I was stranded in the city of Dresden in Germany, back in the country where I was born, poisoned by the products of the pharma mafia which they gave me when I had to spend two weeks in a hospital after an operation, not able to continue with my travels or to work in volunteer projects, without a shelter but not homeless, - my home is a spaceship called Planet Earth -, without money but not without hope.
My new situation
There was no reason to panic, all I had to do was to sell myself, my identity to the German authorities to get social benefit which includes a small amount of money, enough to survive in a society based on money, and an almost free accommodation, in my case in an accommodation project for people with addiction problems. (I think it was not the wrong place because I am addicted to traveling and living on the road) After two weeks of unavoidable, almost endless meetings with the authorities I was in a situation to start with the recovery process from my poisoning. A doctor had told me that it could take up to six months until my body was detoxified but I was optimistic, ready to continue with my life on the road as soon as possible. I tried to find out the positive aspects of my new, unwanted life, and it worked. First of all, I had time for reflections, to think about my life on and off the road, and I had enough time to write and publish my stories about life on road. I was able to find a possibiility for free internet access in the university library of the city which you cannot take for granted in Germany, so I had the opportunity to work on my articles and, even more important, I could stay in touch with my friends and my online sisters and brothers all over the world. I could make some new contacts and find out more about new opportunities for my life after recovery. All this helped me a lot to survive and to keep my optimism.
Time for reflection
During seventeen months on the road I had lived on about 1.50 € (or 2 $) a day, I hitchhiked more than 12.000 km on the roads of Europe, and about two thirds of the time I had worked in volunteer projects in five countries. I did not count all these wonderful people I met along my way but there were many of them, the drivers who picked me up when I was hitchhiking, my couchsurfing hosts, the people I met in the volunteer projects, the hitchhikers community I met during the European Hitchhikers Gathering, the people who helped me with food or donated small amounts of money, and, and, and, the list is long ... I learned more things about other cultures, I enjoyed this time of my life more than any other period of my life, my thinking became more positive, I became more optimistic and a very happy person. I also had the feeling that time was slowing down. And I learned what I do not need in my everyday life, things like a mobile phone, a laptop, any luxury items. All you need is some food, something to drink, some clothes and a roof over your head (sometimes a tree or the stars of the universe).
Back on the road
After six months off the road I was was physically and mentally ready for the next adventure, to return back to the road. My first destination was Austria, and on a cold and rainy spring morning I started to hitchhike from Dresden to the Czech capital Prague where the sun was shining on my arrival. I was back on the road ...
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