Morning of April 30, I am slowly starting to be late to the airport. Check in for my plane must have been just started. I am getting nervous, because I really don’t want to leave this place.
My backpack became much lighter: half of my things I threw into rubbish. Also I left my sleeping bag, jacket and raincoat. I asked Jetendra to take it for humanitarian aid. Than I ran out into the street, where I didn’t see any cars, but luckily I met Olya and Andrew. They helped me to bring a backpack, caught a taxi and even donated some biscuits and juice for me.
