II: March,1

Yellow July
I've never had a lot of friends.

I thought it was my fault. Partly it really was. One day I realized that maybe I was looking for them in a wrong place. Yeah, sometimes I met good people which helped me to be open.I was quite shy but when someone open and kind to you it's not so difficult to answer.Unfortunately I couldn't find people with enough free mind so I went to the road. It was my dream. Travelling.I was sure I'd find amazing friends on the road. And I did. But that time I was alone.

I was 21. I had an old bike, 100$ in my pocket and a big hope in my heart