It was not a simple Saturday. It was a Saturday of classes.

From early in the morning with the butt on a chair, listening to a professor vociferating Marketing concepts.

The mood and the concentration were not the greatest. A look at travel websites would keep me awake for a little longer, and that’s how I came across the Ryanair page and an attractive ticket: round trip from Berlin to Athens for just 30 euros.

Euphoric I started the reservation, but I could not go unnoticed and my friends around realized such agitation. When I mentioned the destination and especially the values, I saw eyes shining like children’s at Christmas.

Quickly the story was spreading through the monotonous class and in the end 14 people, including myself, were with their tickets reserved for the Greek capital.

To make the epic moments  in the land of Plato even better, we got a reservation for all members in the same hostel. 3 rooms in a building with a terrace and a great view of the Parthenon (temple dedicated to the Greek goddess Athena, built in the 5th century BC on the Acropolis of Athens).

For 4 nights we would enjoy the oldest buildings, the most delicious and cheap sandwiches known as gyros (I managed to eat 12, while my noble Italian friend Francesco tasted 13), the  not very pleasant Ouzo (a Greek alcoholic drink made from anise. Transparent and colorless, but milky when mixed with ice or water) and the countless laughs of everyone present.

One morning I woke up and I found myself in a fog in the hallway. Stunned and nauseated by the strong smell (or by the hangover from the night before) I began to assess the situation. All the floors had a thick, white layer of white dust. Apparently someone had used the fire extinguishers, but there was no sign of fire.

Upon arriving at the reception my question was clarified through a video. The owner of the pension sought those responsible for such an act, but fortunately none of us was involved.

A group of Spaniards thought it a good idea to make an extinguisher war overnight, emptying two of them down the stairs of the building.

Obviously not happy with what happened, the nice owner of the accommodation looked for those responsible to handle the loss and problems. With an English accent and full of excuses the Spaniards tried to ignore the episode and escape from the room.

Naively the owner of the place had not taken copies of the passports of the group and one by one they were leaving as if nothing had happened. My friends even tried to help and run after the troublemakers, but it was too late.

Mischief, disgust, and lack of trust in people could be seen on the face of that young entrepreneur.

In the other days, we got used to the narrow streets full of commerce, we went in a Greek championship game (AEK Athens 3×0 Kalloni, in an Olympic stadium not too full), and on the last day the great majority went to an island called Aegina, but I decided to stay in the capital and along with Francesco we hiked the Mount Lykabettos (highest in the city), to enjoy one of the most beautiful sunsets ever seen.

Since that trip the bond between former colleagues and now friends has strengthened, and I hope that new journeys like this will occur again, with good doses of spontaneity, laughter and fun.

Thanks to Camila, Christina, Francesco, Jonathan, Kosta, Markus, Michele, Milos, Monika, Sardor, Veronica, Vlad and Zahra for being part of it!

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