Where to start?

I dont know where I go or which purpose this all way has. But just the felling of not having anything it makes it tremendously powerful. I have food, I have a bike. I don’t have a home, i dont  known where I will sleep or who I will met.

I dont know when the trip started, or at least when the feeling of it came to my mind. I just cycled with friends for 3 days, and as probably them i thought the final destination was Prague. The first night some nice people let us camp on them land. That was one of the first nice feelings I got on this trip. This young couple were just on the first day on their new beautiful house, and it seemed that they considered us as a blessing for it. They said “We are nice people and this why nice things happen to us” ; I guess this was going in any direction. Next morning one of us asked which way was to Prague”, and they replied “right to Germany and left to Mongolia”; and I am actually glad that we brought this idea to their minds.

But finally my friends left, I am alone in my tent, and now I realize how much further I go

I just found a Polaroyd, that says “I am your home”, and that’s probably right. But whom is home of whom when I don’t have a home.  I guess she is mine and I am hers, and that’s also totally right.