Goodbye Freiburg, ajde ajde the Balkans

We left home, the Black Forest. Rain turns into snow.
Somewhere in the south of Germany we are visiting friends. We are happy to be of some help, in return we get food, a bad and fabulous stories about India.
Fully unstresst we can now cross the alps. Always hitch-hiking.
Snow turns into rain. Even we reached the Balkans, it is still cold. But people are warm-heardet.
Again and again we are invited for tea, dinner or even a night at someones house.
What a wonderfull start!
The only thing missing is spring. But surly it will come, the Serbs promise us.