When my heart left on the bus...
Two years ago, my friends and I were on one of the best trips of our lives. Thanks to the constant support of mom and dad, and also some business of our Uni, this story takes place in Italy, exactly in the streets of Rome, the city where every corner has a piece of history. There we were, Gustav, René, and I, three guys wandering through the streets where the fierce Roman Warriors once walked. The warm sun of a September morning was the perfect match to visit one of the oldest witnesses of World History, the Colosseum. " Colosseum " is not only a big old Roman building (actually it is an "amphitheater"), it's also the name of the stop where millions of tourists get in to see and enjoy this enormous piece of art. Hence, we got on the bus to make way to our destination. Sitting next to the window, watching the ancient walls being covered by the shadow of the trees was a total pleasure. The small talk with Gustav about our expectations was nice, though it was inter...