The first trip ever - the trip to Earth!
Trip Start Jan 30, 1987
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It became obvious to me that I wanted to travel and never stop, as soon as I could make a more elaborate thought than "I am hungry". When I was five years old my uncle and his family moved to the United States. I am not sure if I could comprehend how far it was or what constituted a different country or how wide is the ocean. I was sitting on my grandma's lap with my little cousin that I was told I wouldn’t see for the next three years.
I was staring into the yellow carpet with brown pattern, one of those you see in early eighties movies, with tears in my eyes
It must have been the same year we went to visit my other aunt in Prague and after some drive we stopped at a white and red booth that looked like a gas station with ramps. My mom tried explaining the concept of boarders and how what used to be once one country is now two. Perhaps she said something about security. Maybe she didn’t even explain anything, but I am sure I asked.
I asked a lot. I know that all children are curious and have thousands of questions. But I always had more. And it might have been the genuine interest in the unknown developed in those early years that drives me wild for travel explorations until today.