The road to Germany beckoned you with its promises of adventure. Remote work gave you freedom, and the car, your faithful companion, allowed you to fully enjoy this journey. Inspired by the anticipation of new experiences, you set off, taking with you only the bare necessities.

A long road, requiring two days. The morning greeted you with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Behind the wheel, you immersed yourself in the rhythm of the road, enjoying the scenery running past. After a long time on the road, you covered half the distance. Stops for snacks and rest became short breaks in your marathon. Evening overtook you, driving you in search of a place to stay for the night. The nearby hotel by the highway is not the most romantic option, but there was no other choice.

Leaving the car in the parking lot, you discovered that the hotel had become a refuge for a group of soldiers. Their arrival did not cause you any particular alarm, you simply went to the second floor to your room. Hoping for a quick and deep sleep, you changed into your home clothes and lay down on the bed. But your peace was disturbed by the noise coming from downstairs. German soldiers decided to celebrate the evening in the bar.

Loud voices did not allow you to fall asleep. Confused and angry, you went downstairs to ask them to be quieter. Incoherently, in broken German, with a strong Russian accent, you asked them to calm down. "I ask you to be quiet... You are not alone in this hotel... and I have a long journey ahead of me. Please, just be quiet..."

In response to your words, the tallest of them, with eye holes in his fabric mask, answered with an Austrian accent: "Why should we care? According to hotel rules, we have the right to make noise in the bar at any time..." His words, spoken with obvious mockery, left a bitter aftertaste in you.