This travel story is about events that actually happened to the author in August 2009. Due to his being busy with more important stuff, it is still not completed.

It is still thick enough to be a comprehensive read. The part that is already written is in a pretty finished state.

This is a couple-of-chapters story on the consequences of weird economical and moral precepts taken to some extreme. Story happens in Mexico.

A couple of facts first.

Mexico is 110 million people living on something like 4 Frances or 6 Germanies or half the EU. It's HDI (human development index) places it between the Bahamas and Costa Rica, or between Latvia and Bulgaria if we stick to European countries. Way above Russia, Brazil or Turkey, if you're more familiar with those.

I'm not a big fan of music festivals. Somehow, the concept doesn't compute well with me. But sometimes, if it's free and I have nothing better to do, I go have a look.

That time, I went because it was on the right place at the right time. I was on my way from Hamburg to Odessa, and on the very day I was supposed to cross the Polish border, there was a festival featuring one band that I sort-of like. In addition to that, my ex-roommate was going to be there and we see each other once a year only. So I went.

I decided to go to the CouchSurfing event "Vienna Calling" at 7am on the very day I left. I had mixed feelings about it mainly because I have mixed feelings about CouchSurfing.

If only I could go around the world and fish for people. If only I had a net that would filter only the 1000 greatest ones. I would put them all in a big bag, find a place big enough for all of them and organise a party with them on a long week-end. Damn! I would have the time of my life!