Imagine, the words of a dreamer.

Imagine, you drove a scooter true the mountains. From Sankt Moritz to Zurich. The sun was shining the whole day on your face and the temperature was flirting with the 30 degrees. The views were simply brilliant. A mixture from hills and lakes, the routes were quiet. You arrive in Zurich on a camping, next to the lake. It's to late to jump in the water. You want to share wat happend that day with somebody, or you just want to talk. Some minutes later a group of teenagers are installing their tent next to yours. They are with ten and they just want to be drunk. You think, right also this. You searching as a fool for dutchmen because belgians are not on the road this days. You don't find them. You going to enjoy the view at the border of the lake and a young swedish guy is sitting their to. But it's a pitty because he is smoking his joint, and smoking a joint you do alone. You don't want to be disturbed or talk neither. So you watching the game from the flies and the dugs. The dugs are trying to catch the flies out of the air. You even think it's funny. For the first time on your route you feel alone. You realise that the road trip is so beautifull, so beautifull you start writing an email. One to Cooltra, to say that We ride Against Cancer is not half a way, or about to end. But it is just the beginning. That Cooltra already can arrange a scooter for next year, because i am going back. But not only one. Their has to be to scooters. Because this road trip is so nice I want to do him with the girl of my life or at least with one of my friends. Because all the shit in this world, but for sure the beautifull things are not mend to live alone. They are mend to share.
It is still some hours to go before you will laugh or cry. Because the team you supported a whole year long is about to winning or losing the spanish championship. You are nervous. You are tired but you can't sleep. The tent next to yours is already drunk and one ashole is trying to be funny to disturb you. It starts to rain. Little by little are the drups becoming bigger and bigger, they come faster and faster. You don't understand, you try to do something good but only troubles come by. You pray it stops to rain because otherwise you have another sleepless and cold night outside. But it didn't bother, the water is searching for a way into your tent. Your feets beginning to get wet. You offer your beachtowel and a shirt to keep your body dry. But it doesn't help. You escape your tent with your lugage. You decide to sleep under a roof of a terrace. And because that is not enough, you receive a message that Blaugrana won the game but lost the title. You realise, all the good things but also the bad, they are not mend to face alone.

The message of this message is not about the troubles I go true, because I knew before. It is that we all have to realise, that things are a lot better if we can share them together.

Ciao amigos y hasta luego.

Joachim