Death 3. when they wanted to leave me in Johannesburg, where there was civil war
In 2008, I did 3 harvests, one in South Africa, one in New Zealand, and one in Hungary. I travelled around the globe to make more and more experience. I moved with the Autumn. I had 3 Autumns in 2008.
My tickets were sometimes crazy, I travelled through Germany, Africa, China, Australia, and a lot more...
In the last days in New Zealand, it was pretty chilly, and we lived in a 120-year-old kosher butter factory...
The "house" had no isolation, the only fireplace was a small fireplace in the "salon" that was around 200m2 big :D and our rooms were spread out around the "salon"
Ps. The bathroom was even bigger, 400m2, where we had a skateboarding field with ramps, plus a motorboat as well :D :D :D
Nah, it was cold. I used 7 blankets to cover myself, but I managed to get sick.
I had some "horse strong" antibiotics with me, which you can only take 1 pill per day.
But still it was not enough. I had 41-degree fever, which is how I was travelling from continent to continent.
When my flight was from New Zealand to Australia, and then to South Africa. There was a point when the stewardess wanted me to leave the flight.
They told me they could leave me in Johannesburg, but I should be aware that at that time, it was civil war.
I asked What does it mean?
They told me that people are in the fire when they are still alive. They put people on fire when they are alive...
I continued my journey to Cape Town....
But I had zero power in Cape Town, there was no available wheelchair at the airport...
They were building with full power for the 2010 FIFA World Cup.
How did I get to the other part of the airport to my connection?
One of the staffs, packed my luggages on a trolley, I had to sit over the luggage, I still had sh*t fever, I was weak, I was crying, that it was for 30 mins from one part of the airport to the other. I was pushed through on top of the trolley.
Finally, I survived another fever... but I had to wait 10-12 hours at Cape Town airport for my flight to Frankfurt... I slept on the benches at the empty airport, where I was the only "guest"... sometimes the security checked on me...
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