"Between the Donbass frontline and South America, or where crazy ideas come from!" End of May 2018 B., Mariinka, from 500m to 3km to positions of pro-Russian forces. The square was created by a collection of two-story houses with stacked windows, shelled from the outside with everything possible and impossible, according to the Minsk Agreements. As a result, the slate on the roof was broken, a little bit was wall scratched by bullets, and sometimes only half of the floors were left with stairs leading nowhere. In the middle of this defensive square are typical one-story homes with a large loft, terrace, and grape-covered courtyards. Cats, dogs, only chickens are missing, all the rest were like a real people living. This is the position of the Ukrainian Volunteer Army. And the hospitable courtyard of the Hospitallers 20:30 Within half an hour, the Russians will launch a grenade and mortar attack on our positions. We will give them an "answer", and so the usual evening firefight will begin. People get used to a lot of things, so even fighting has a "schedule". Although there is always room for surprises and maneuvers. In the case of maneuvers, there is human ingenuity and friendly artillery. Well, in case of unpleasant surprises there are paramedics. After all, as Prince Oleg of Kyiv said, "Shit happens, that's why we teach tactical medicine!" But this time I was such a troubleshooter. The only paramedic in this position. Well, not even a paramedic, but only the intern medic of Hospitaller. The enchanting romantic (in the original, here another word is disgraceful in nature, but since it can be read by children, I replaced it with one that also fits in context and essence), which is from patriotism, sense of self-importance and impassibility (in a simple way, sewed in the ass ) once again sought to seek adventures to the front. Handing out pillboxes to the fighters, and lollipops from sore throat to the driver of the "medical supercar almost without brakes" , I brewed a little coffee with honey and, taking this half-liter "cup," fell on the couch between the medical backpacks and helmet. Waiting for the first "bang". I pull up my broken Chinese smartphone and start dreaming and discover the map of Europe on Google Maps. "Okay, now I'm back after the rotation and what next? Well, summer is still in the camps, but here in the fall you need to think something ... Georgia? Hmm, this is an option ... Along the way it is still good to wander the Balkans, then Turkey, Armenia, Azerbaijan ... But with such a route, until I get there, then winter will come, and this, accordingly, it is necessary to take another outfit, a little lazy for me to cope with everything ... " I zoom in on the map. Not only Eurasia gets into the eye. "South America? Why not... It is almost all visa-free, you can wander around for a long time. Winter things still have to take, but not much. If I'm not betrayed by geography lessons, and the earth is really round, then it must be summer at the time. " "What's on the tickets?" I open my favorite search engine of lowcost, which, in fact, for my own needs has never been used before. Search: From Europe - to South America, Departure date: end of August - September One way Result: 11.09.2018 Luxembourg - Recife with a change in Lisbon € 240 with luggage and meals "Sounds good, but Recife is where ?!" I reopen Google Maps, and start to googling where it is. "Yeah, Brazil! Great, it suits me ... The truth is I only have 2-3k. UAH, and I left my job a month ago ... Nothing, I have a few months after the rotation to make money, the main thing is to buy tickets. " Bang, bang-bang!!! А grenade launcher started working on our positions. A long whistle… Bang!!! Oh the first mines arrived... Moving on from my strategic planning, I turn to more current tasks. I put my phone on the table, fasten my bulletproof vest, pull out my helmet and look at my watch ... "Hmm, 21:40 ... Today is an hour late ... A mess of some sort ... ", - I ironically smile at the absurdity. I put on my helmet without fastening it and reached for the cookie box to have some more. Hearing shots. "Finally started," - a monkey with pompoms gleefully jumped in my head. "Although I am not being taken to the position because I`m just a paramedic. Even the gun without bullets, just a few grenades that were in the right place at the right time." "I finished my coffee, but today it won't go without surprises," - I thought sadly and joyfully, hearing the fuss on the street and on the walkie-talkie. Viktor!!! #@)₴?$0!!! - the driver Yura rushes into the house swearing. They are calling for a medic. I quickly put one medical backpack on myself, the other I throw the driver to put in the car and start the motor. Running around, fastening the helmet on the move, in parallel trying not to lose the radio, without which, we can`t manage to overcome the roadblocks. "MARCH! CABC! MARCH!" - Running in the flow of adrenaline and anticipation of work, I thought of an algorithm not to forget, and not to make stupid mistake, which could cost someone's life. If I’ll stay alive until September, then I'll fly to South America.