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It all began in Serbia, Belgrade. And anything that starts in Balkan can be really tricky. Me and my boyfriend were traveling from Eastern to Western Europe and these two creatures from this story love everything that’s associated with nature and electronic music. One could cost us everything because our adventurous spirit took us a bit too far. But no story is told if the border isn’t passed. The moment we came to Portugal, the things started happening on a higher level. It is the moment when you feel completely connected with yourself. First part of our travel was reserved for the Northern part and the second part for South. We didn’t want to make any kind of reservation in advance because all the travelers know what few spontaneous decisions can bring you. So we just packed our bags in Lisbon, caught the train in the evening and continued to Lagos. We found a really funny hostel with dorms and beds originally from Second World War. And of course, in that kind of places you must meet a lot of interesting people. Next day all of us agreed to go out in a club. Music in there was a disaster, long story short. Luckily we met a local guy Pedro who had the same music taste as we do and asked us if we want to go on a techno music festival with him, to show us, as he said ‘’a magic forest where we are going to lose all our senses’’. Of course we couldn’t refuse something authentic like that. The same night we met Narudin, a genuine, positively crazy guy from Morocco. Four of us headed to the woods 70 km far from Lagos. Pedro had some old Fiat which could barely move, but that was the point because we really slowly started losing ourselves in that road surrounded by enormous trees. That party was in the middle of nowhere and it looked like a refugee camp for everyone from all over the world. There was no nation, no race, no skin color. Everything was made of wood: bar, stage, chairs, signs and that even more accentuated the experience. We were so happy and disconnected from everything but that moment and that place. Music and people made us forget everything. And it was all sugar and candies until dawn when we realized our friend isn’t there. We couldn’t find Pedro and we realized he went away because he thought the same for us - at least I thought so. As well, our phones didn’t work because of the network. And just to add: Narudin lost his phone. We left the festival and decided to walk through the woods and mud (and to hope for a miracle to happen of course). In one moment I saw one hill from where, in my opinion, maybe we could get some network and call someone to ‘’save us’’. Narudin climbed with me and ironically, nothing happened, we were just muddy, dirty and tired. We continued walking. A lot of cars passed and no one wanted to stop. Few kilometers passed and we were like: ‘’Okay, this could be our end, without water, without food, without energy, what do we hope for? God maybe?’’ And our God arrived in that moment in a Mercedes few decades old. He looked like he was in a similar problem like us, only he had a car, some water and no one to share it with. He asked us how could he help and said that he’s going in a different direction. We started chatting and laughing because we could really stay on that road if he didn’t come and helped us. He liked us so much that he even offered us a ride. And not only a ride, we ended up in Lagos on a beach all together drinking bears and contemplating how universe connected us. When things like that happen you feel the deepest sadness and happiness in the same time, the wholeness how a stranger becomes like a brother to you in only few minutes. Our soulmates are everywhere and that fact brings a hope to the world.