A year ago, I had the happiest day of my life up until now.

I traveled to an open-air concert in Silbermond through half of Germany by the regional trains. On the trains, I was reading a book by my favorite author of all times, Max Frei.

I had the immense feeling of freedom during the trip. I was doing the impossible. My train route from home to Wetzlar lasted about eight hours and included seven trains. This was crazy. In the spirit of fun, I decided to trace this route by taking pictures at every station where I was changing the trains :) Here they are:

Warburg was the most fearful point in my schedule. I had only five minutes to switch. And although from the printout I saw that both trains were probably coming to the same platform, I was still afraid. If my train had come to the station late, I would miss the connection and would be stuck in Warburg for two hours. I did not want to have such an unplanned break. When approaching the station, I was terribly anxious.

The train came on time, the next one was arriving to the same platform and still was nowhere to be seen. I ran to the station sign, took a couple of pictures, and smiled. My job was done :) High on the adrenaline in that moment of anxiety, the three minutes of waiting felt like ten.

A couple of other photos from the trip:

Wetzlar was full of people. The small town hosted a regional multi-day festival. It was hard to get through the center, everything was incredibly crowded.

The concert was amazing. My first open-air concert in Europe. Three bands played: a young one whose name I don’t remember, Frida Gold and Silbermond. When the first ones were playing, it rained. Many people had umbrellas, and organizers were throwing some rain coats into the crowd. But I did not care. I was very, very happy and I enjoyed the rain. Just before Frida Gold the rain stopped, and when they were finishing playing, the sun came out. Silbermond was greeted with marvelous skies, which fit the name of their new album, “Himmel Auf” (Open Sky).

After the concert I planned to go to Frankfurt. Judging by the amount of people during the day, I was afraid that it would be very tough to get out of the town. Especially since the concert finished quite late, and when people reached the station, there were only couple of trains left on the schedule before the night break.

The platform was filling very fast, and I thought that it would be difficult to fit all the people into one train. I have never seen a platform so crowded. However, the train came empty, and even while it was not a very big one, it took everybody. And there was even some space left! :)

So, I went to Frankfurt that night.

I had no arrangements. I was so free. I just came down to the Main (it’s a river ;)) and spent that night there. It was one more impossible thing that day. I was very tired, but it was so nice and quiet to be there. I savored that night. I walked a bit around, discovered train tracks along the river and an ad saying that sometimes there goes an historic train, with the steam engine. I visited the main square and saw the town hall, which in Frankfurt is called Römer. There were piles of trash and several big rats on the square. And on the lawns along the river, there were many rabbits. I could not believe my eyes. What were rabbits doing in a city, just on the streets? A wonderful, magical night.

I was only four hours in the city, but I was very, very tired, and it felt like a very long time. In the morning, I took the first ICE home (at 5 am), and had a restless sleep there.

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