I was moved away from Nyon by a guy from Sweden. He took me on a bus with his crazy friends. They had a german driver with a funny voice. He forgot me in the bus in four days. It was hot and boring and I was angry at first. Then suddenly, he took me out of his bag and showed me the most beautiful place in the Swiss mountains.
We were close to a town called Wengliswil, but the goal for their travels was Stone Hill Festival, a music festival in the alps. The Swedes were actually artists, and had a concert at the festival. "I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends..."
The guy left me the same night. He threw me in the hands of some nice fellows at the festival...
