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Grandma died and sadness was beginning to cover my whole house. So I ran away. Left everybody and everything behind feeling like Christopher McCandless at my best. I took all my savings and bought the cheapest ticket to Europe. After a long backpacking trip, I ended up staying at someone’s house in a town with a population of 767 persons name Hausen in Germany. It was the beginning of winter, I remember thinking: “being here, it’s just being sad in a different continent.”. As a result, I didn’t went out of my place for a week, until my body craved air from the outside. So I pulled myself out and followed a path into the woods for a little walk. Soon I was into -what didn’t know back then- the most terrifying but satisfactory adventure ever. I remember walking being thrill because of the fact that something dead could also be alive and beautiful in its own way, just like those tall and thin trees that seemed to dance naked. The path I was following was cover with autumn leaves, but still, you could see that there was a road, made by the steps of other persons that, like me, maybe were walking there seeking for a moment of sanity. Replacing the noise inside their heads by the particular noise of silence inside a forest. At afternoon, I realized it was time to head back to my place, because in this time of the year the sky starts darkening at 5:00 pm. But then something cold touched my cheek. I’ve never seen snowing before, therefore, I was moved when a lot of snow started dropping from the clouds. Instead of walking, I played like a 5 year old kid that just discover something marvelous. Until I realized I could not longer see the path. My cellphone had no signal, so I had to use my scout-girl abilities I’ve learn when I was a child. But they didn’t helped a lot and instead I got really lost. The sky was getting darker, but I kept walking until my feet lost sensitivity. Then I experienced the most overwhelming cold while my clothes were all wet. Every step I took felt like hundred needles itching my body. The scenario was everything a director from a horror movie would like to use. It would be a lie if I say I wasn’t terrified. So I surrendered and decided that it would better for me to wait until the next morning. However, I started feeling sick, I felt drowsiness, shaking chills and almost all the symptoms that would make a scout-girl realize that it was early hypothermia. I knew I had to force my body to warm itself. So I stood up and kept walking, not to find my way back home but to survive. Not as soon I as I would had wish, I started seeing little lights in the horizon. So I followed them, they were car headlights and I was heading to a highway. After fighting and walking a lot, I finally put one foot out of the forest and an epiphany came to me. At the beginning of this trip, somehow, life had stopped having a meaning for me. I was not even enjoying the opportunity of being in a place I always dreamed to visit. And so this experience changed everything, I knew I wanted to live, the sadness was not longer feeling like my entire truth. I remembered who I was, what I was capable of, and what I wanted to do. I turned around, I thanked the forest, for saving my life by almost killing me and I head out. I tried hitchhiking but not a single car stopped. I guess is fair, I looked like someone from the Blair Witch Project. Soon I arrived to Giessen, a town not that far away from Hausen. After arriving to my place and recovering I didn’t lose a single more minute, I made plans, and did what I know best, left everybody and everything behind feeling like Christopher McCandless at my best taking a step into the unknown.