all were very kind and uncomplicated. I had to go to five different departments, even to a female doctor. Me asking if I had to undress, she just smiled and shook her head wildly, saying "sign here, that's enough". Let's move on.
What seems to be very easy and funny in my texts really is one of the biggest inner challenges of my life. On the one hand I managed somehow to smuggle the childish universal trust to my adult life. It encourages me to look for what is coming and to succeed. But the adult guy is still there and constantly tries to recapture his role in my life and to win the fight. He is economic, rational, frightened and has worries. He manages every now and then to pull the rug out from under me, as he wants to go back. He wants to go home. My inner child wants to make the way. This is really hard sometimes. The beach smells lousy, my tent smells lousy, the sleeping bag, and even me. For days, it's been 40 °C and hotter and no matter what food I have, it molders faster than I can eat it. No money, no petrol, head on to the sea. I cry in the morning and "HE" wants to go back home. But the child says "Andreas, go! Get your boat clean, and if it has to be so, you'll go sailing hungry today. You won't give up. Understand?"
Then again, there are moments that save my soul. I was sailing for no longer than thirty minutes, when a Serbian motorboat came close: "Do you need something?" He gave me a sign to follow him. He gave me food, drinks, petrol and a box of cigarettes.
Serbia shows the most beautiful Danube so far and incredible nice people, who I try to remember with all my power and concentration. Ivan, my FREE SHOP guy from Veliko Gradiste, offered me food, cigarettes and petrol. We had a beer together and for my next day on water he gave me pizza. "Please don't die in Serbia!" J I will not forget you!
Some sport boats and some cargo boats cross my way. "Thank God, there's still some Europe here!" With me, it works the other way around. It's my good feeling towards the people that makes me feel home wherever I may be. Just a few hours in Bulgaria, there are the border police again in my back. Ten minutes later, I got his last three cigarettes, his supper and water. A moment later I find out, he told some guys in the village about my arrival. Suddenly there's a man at the beach, bringing me a lunch bag, five minutes later the next guy gives me cucumbers, tomatoes and honey. Not enough, an hour later there's a police man going shopping with me and invites me to eat with him at his home. That was the first bottle of beer I couldn't empty off the reel…. With 2.5 liters!

It's Wednesday, 27th of July. I'm in Simeonovo, Bulgaria, kilometer 760 of Danube. I got on the Danube at 2460 km. The Black Sea is 0.

I won't give up. My child will win.

I won't give up for all those of you who are with me, even if I can't see you.

See you!!