I woke up very early on Sunday morning and stayed in bed for some hours in order to go back to sleep – hopeless. Finally I stood up, got dressed and left the apartment trying not to wake anybody. My stomach was growling loudly asking for breakfast. I walked down the street and passed by a bakery where I bought some bread. I did not want to go back to our room already so I sat down on a bench in a little park. There I was surrounded by red roses and loads of leaves. How silent and quiet it was. The hour on my own gave me the peace I needed after the eventful night (Nihils in Innsbruck).