Wilderness inside and out

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Nicole, a Czech girl, sets off with her friends to enjoy an unusual summer holiday in Southern Europe. While hiking through Balkanian countries, she develops feelings for Philip, who is ruthless, straightforward, and rude, in quite a charming way. It is all a fun game until his behavior puts the whole group in danger when one of the girls he has been intimate with accuses him of rape. Everything changes in the blink of an eye. From the pleasant journey becomes an attempt to escape without persecution. The relationship between Nicole and Philip is twisted as they cope with the situation. They find themselves under great pressure, trying to hold on to their sanity in the middle of the Bosnian mountains.

Romance / Humor
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A journey of thousand miles begins with a single step

“Nicole, hurry up. The train is leaving, now!” Alex shouted to me across the empty platform four of Prague’s Main Train Station.

It was almost midnight. John and Philip had already disappeared into the entrails of an interstate express.

“I’m on my way,” I yelled back, contemplating whether it wouldn’t be wiser to miss it. It would have, but I didn’t.

By the time I, sweaty and exhausted, caught up with my companions, they were squeezed in a compartment, making themselves comfortable with bottled beers.

“I see you made it,” Philip observed without a hint of concern.

I was gasping for air but, it didn’t prevent me from berating him: “I bet you secretly wished I’d miss it.”

“That is so not the truth,” John, my older brother, exaggerated, “I swear he begged the conductor to wait for you, or else he would have no one to squabble with and annoy us doing so.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him,” I muttered breathily.

John handed me a beer and proposed a toast: “To our journey! The rules are simple: no cell phones...”

“You took them from us, genius,” Phillip, the main querulant, interrupted him.

The speaker remained unagitated, though, as he was too used to his complaints to worry about them, “no other transport than our legs,” he continued.

“As long as you don’t deny us the alcohol,” Alex stressed his only condition.

“I would never...,” confirmed John and went on with his speech. Man, did he like to listen to himself. “My friends, I have nothing to offer but sweat, tears, and blood, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Churchill, brother, really?” I couldn’t help but comment on the inappropriateness of that quote.

Philip backed me up this time and said ironically: “To the summer of our dreams.”

This unfortunate adventure began seven hours ago, when two of our friends, brothers Alexander and Philip, had visited us. It wasn’t much of a surprise, as they used to hang out at our place, engaging in all sorts of troublesome activities, while our parents were out chasing divorce lawyers and new courtships. That time it had felt different, though. They were restless and frustrated.

“Alright, let’s get out of here,” my brother suggested after seizing the state of affairs.

It had taken me a while to process his words. “Where?” I had asked then, bewildered.

Philip had given me that look of his: ”you are overthinking it, again,” and Alex smiled carelessly: “Does it matter?”

They were stubborn, all three of them, so it had been pointless to try to convince them otherwise. Honestly, the idea of escaping this meager bohemian village for some time was not that besides the point. Things have been falling apart for me lately. Friendly neighbors turned into ruthless gossip machines after the explosive news of my parents getting a divorce had been released, which didn’t help my already miserable social life. While my brother was a party animal, always hosting a gathering of some kind, I put my ambitions first, burying myself in books and academic accomplishments. I figured too late that it wasn’t the best strategy to start friendships or love interests, for that matter.

Of course, it must have been Alex, a psychology major college student, crazy as hell, who had taken that fatal purple pin from our mothers’ sewing kit and, accompanied by fierce cheering: “south, south!” stuck it in the middle of the map of Europe.

“You can’t be serious about spending the summer in Montenegro’s wilderness,” I protested when they started to argue whether it’s better to take the night train to Budapest or the morning one to Hamburg.

“I hope that was rhetorical because I have just bought four tickets to Podgorica,” said Alex.

I was too responsible for this madness. “I should at least call mom first.”

“How old are you, ten?” Philip made yet another stupid joke, and my brother added: “Do you think she’s going to miss us here?”

He was right. She didn’t care very much: “Of course, honey, have a nice trip with your friends. And be careful. Tell your brother to look after you.”

“I’m an adult, mom. I can take care of myself,” I sighed and hung up.

“What I said,” John’s words were full of attitude.

“Ok, whatever, let’s go,” I adopted their heedlessness.

“Our bus leaves in an hour,” Alex reminded us, and we started packing like crazy.

“Very well then, take your sleeping bags, bowls, bottles, mats, solid shoes, that is all we need. We walk, sleep under the stars. Any gadgets or other nonsenses I will donate to charity.” On the way out, John fulfilled his threats, took our cell phones and hid them in the closet next to his old football gear.

It was no easy task to travel with them. That is what they proved right away on the train when an elderly german lady came scolding us for being noisy, which we were, and not allowing her to sleep, which again, was a justifiable complaint.

“What the hell was that?” Phillip asked after she had left.

“What do you think? She urged us to shut up.” I took the liberty to translate her statement loosely. My German was not good enough to catch details.

“Well, yes, I got that. But what about the rest of it? She was babbling for like ten minutes.”

“That was the litany on the topic of the lack of manners in youth, rudeness, ruthlessness, alcoholism...” explained Alex, clutching an empty bottle.

“So nothing unusual,” John stretched his arms. It was not the first time he has heard that. The last reprise was from the lips of our beloved father, right before he grabbed his suitcase, young lover, and flew south as if he were a bird.

“She wasn’t wrong about the alcohol. Maybe you should have offered her a beer.”

“Well,” I wanted to say something but was silenced by Philips’s large hand placed over my mouth, so nothing but a mumble came out. I tried to push him away, red with anger, but couldn’t compete with his strength.

“Don’t you start on us,” he said and let me be. “We’re on holiday, for God’s sake.”

I put as large a gap between us as I could and raised a warning finger: “If you ever lay your filthy hand on me again, I swear...!”

“I didn’t lay a hand on you!” Philip condescendingly rejected my accusation.

“Yes, you literally did.”

“Just prevented you from speaking nonsense.”

“As if you had any idea what I was going to say!”

“Sure, I did. One of your lectures on our bad behavior.”

“That is not the truth!” I defended myself, even though it kind of was.

“What are you going to do with your lives? You can’t just sit on our porch and drink beer forever. How about a college application?” he provocatively recited some of the statements I might have used in the past.

“Stop it!”

“How about getting a job?” my brother deceived me and joined him.

“You’re both idiots.”

“We know you mean well,” Philip saw my anger and softened a little.

I must admit that overprotectiveness has been an issue for me. “Then you as well know that I can do much better,” I switched on self-irony because there was no other way out of it that I could think of. “Who do you think will clean up this mess after you? This house ain’t no brothel, Philip! Watch out before you get syphilis,” and made them laugh as I knew I would.

“Wait, we all remind him of STDs all the time,” said Alex, “with no success.”

“I want a pass for the entire summer, are we clear?” Philip looked at me warningly, “not one remark on productive years, or unfulfilled potentials... Jeez, you and your words.”

“Ok, ok,” I threw my hands in the air, “I’m on holiday too, you know. You think I enjoy always having to look after you?”

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