Prologue
Kids, I’m gonna tell you the story about how I met your mother… Nah, just kidding, this is the story about our school trip to Poland.
It was an early morning, in a little sleepy mood we made a line in front of the shining-green-bus door while mr. Driver was trying to cram our luggage into the quite small space on the bottom of the bus. Inspite of the length of our trip,which should take only two days, the luggage was surprisingly voluminous.
Everyone miraculously came alive inside of the buswhen the fight for the best seats (understand the seats as far from teachers as possible) started. Only few good girls took the place in the front and tried to kill the mosquito who dared to sit on the window. Unfortunately from the outside.
It didn’t take a long time since the leaving from Šlapanice when everyone started to catch up the sleeping they didn’t have enough of. Silence like this wasn’t even in the history classes. Some chosen ones stood awake in full strength and shared their findings with classmates.